Three years as the top salesperson, bringing in almost half the company's revenue, only to be summoned by the CEO for a "talk" the night before my promotion. "You're too much of a rising star for your own good. Go gain some experience at the storage center," he said. All my client accounts? Handed over to his opportunistic and glory-stealing brother-in-law, Lorenzo. My desk? Cleared out. My trophies? Claimed by someone else. My former colleagues? They just stood there, watching with icy detachment. Disheartened but composed, I complied without a word. Then, I turned and dialed my father's number. "Dad, suspend the Lu Group's review of this subsidiary." Let's see how they make it through the year without my numbers.
