Grant Reed

First day back in New York. The admin director called me out in front of everyone. “So you got your position by sleeping with the boss, huh?” Then she dumped three years of meeting minutes on my desk. Three days to sort through them. Next she fabricated documents, accusing me of corporate espionage. At the board meeting, she slid a termination agreement across the table. “Sign it and leave right now. Or I’ll take this to the lawyers.” The conference room door flew open. The CEO strode in and dropped to knee right in front of me. His face was frozen cold. All the executives sat there, stunned. … I’d heard the company was holding a board meeting, so I left my luggage at the front desk and went straight to the Midtown office. I’d been gone for three years. In that time, Enzo told me, the company's valuation had soared past ten billion dollars. I stepped into the elevator in a hoodie, jeans, and a pair of Converse, tucking myself into a corner......