I had been the company's top sales performer—the kind who brought in tens of millions in revenue. But just because I hadn't praised my boss' girlfriend in the company group chat, she fired me without hesitation and replaced me with her cousin.

Not long after, the company's sales dropped straight to zero. That was when she had come to my door on her own to apologize.

"Please, come back," she had begged. "My boyfriend said he'll break up with me if you don't return."

Fired by the Boss' Girlfriend

The boss had gone on a month-long business trip and left his girlfriend in charge of the company. Little would I expect that the very first blaze of her so-called authority would land squarely on me.

At ten that morning, I arrived at the office right on schedule, and immediately, a colleague nervously pointed toward the boss' office, and whispered, "Poppy Franklin is here. She wants you to go see her."

Poppy Franklin was the boss' new girlfriend—arrogant, overbearing, and sharp-tongued. If she disliked someone, she never hesitated to tear into them verbally.

Once, a female colleague had stayed in the boss' office a little longer than usual while giving a report, and Poppy immediately spread nasty rumors, claiming the woman was a call girl. She'd harassed her so relentlessly that the poor woman had eventually resigned.

But because Poppy knew how to sweet-talk him, the boss usually let her do as she pleased. I just hadn't expected that she'd set her sights on me next.

I set my coffee down and pushed open the office door. The instant I stepped inside, a folder came flying straight at my face.

"Do you even know what time it is?" Poppy snapped. "The company starts work at eight. Why did you only show up at ten?"

The sharp edge of the folder sliced across my forehead, drawing blood. I clutched my head and looked at Poppy, who was sitting behind the desk, lording her power over everyone.

Everyone in the company knew that ten o'clock was my official start time—a perk reserved for the top sales performer. It was an unspoken rule.

The boss had hired me by sheer accident when the company was on the brink of bankruptcy. But in my very first month, I'd brought in five million in sales and single-handedly dragged the company back from the edge. From then on, the boss had treated me like a prized asset, even consulting me on major decisions.

Poppy slammed her hand on the desk, her face twisted into something vicious. "Take a look at your punch-in records. You've been arriving at ten for an entire month. You really think company rules don't apply to you? According to policy, three days of lateness are grounds for termination. You're fired. Get out!"

I stared at Poppy in disbelief. "You're firing me? Did you even ask the boss?"

Eighty percent of the company's profits had come from me, and she thought she could just fire me like this?

Poppy snorted and looked at me with open contempt. "You're just a salesperson. A lousy salesman. Why shouldn't I fire you? This is my boyfriend's company. I'm the boss' woman here. I can fire whoever I want."

The boss had always treated me well—I couldn't just walk away like this. I sat down on the sofa and said calmly, "You should ask for the boss' opinion first."

Poppy rolled her eyes. "Who do you think you are?" As she spoke, she pulled out her phone and called the boss.

His voice sounded tired on the other end. "What is it?"

Just moments ago, she'd been shrieking at me, but now Poppy immediately softened her tone, her voice turning sweet and cloying. "Honey, I miss you."

The boss sighed. "Just say what you want."

Poppy shot me a smug glance. "There's a salesperson in the company who keeps breaking the rules and showing up late. I want to kick him out."

"Do whatever you want. I'm going to rest." The boss brushed it off casually and hung up.

Poppy looked at me, her expression smug and triumphant. "Did you hear that? I can fire whoever I want. Now get out."

Walking Away Clean

I let out a cold laugh and looked straight at Poppy. "Are you sure about this? If the boss comes back and finds out you fired me, he might not be too happy."

I was genuinely trying to warn her. Head-hunters had been offering me lucrative positions for years, but out of respect for my relationship with the boss, I'd never left. Walking away wouldn't affect me in the slightest—but Poppy might not be so lucky.

"Who do you think you are?" Poppy glared at me, her face twisted with arrogance and hostility. "You're just a salesperson. I'm my boyfriend's future wife, the lady of this company. Who do you think he'll choose—you or me?"

Hearing that, I simply shook my head. If that was how she saw it, so be it.

I turned and walked out of the office. The guys outside had clearly heard our argument, but none of them knew what had actually happened. They all stared at me in confusion.

"Chief, what happened?"

I started packing up my things efficiently and smiled. "I got fired—evidently."

Their eyes widened in disbelief. "She fired you?! Is Franklin out of her mind? Everyone knows you're the boss' golden goose. Is she not afraid he'll break up with her?"

I shook my head with a quiet chuckle. "That's not my problem. It was her decision—she'll deal with the consequences. Besides, I've been working nonstop for years. It's about time I took a proper break."

I'd already saved more than enough to live comfortably without working, but I'd never taken time off, and it always felt awkward to bring up.

Now, this was the perfect excuse.

The coworker was furious. "No, but why did she fire you? Did you offend her somehow?"

I frowned and thought it over carefully. "Probably because I spoke up for Jasmine when Poppy spread rumors about her. Ever since then, she's had it out for me—constantly nitpicking, openly and behind my back."

Poppy had uploaded a glamour photo of herself in the Slack group the day before. Everyone else had flooded the chat with compliments, but I'd read it and said nothing. That was probably the final spark.

"I'll call the boss right now," my coworker said urgently. "You're a core member of the company. You can't just leave like this."

I shook my head and smiled faintly. "Forget it. Even if I ever come back, it'll be after Poppy and the boss break up. I really can't stand her behavior. We'll talk about it later."

…

After packing up, I went straight to the finance office to collect my pay for the month. I'd only worked ten days, but my commission alone came to 100 thousand.

I informed the finance clerk that I'd been terminated and told her to transfer my salary to my account later. That was when Poppy suddenly appeared at the company entrance, glaring at me. "Theo Silverwood, didn't I tell you to get out? What are you still doing here?"

I gave her a calm glance. With a rich boyfriend to back her up, she looked smug and self-satisfied—utterly nauseating.

Seeing that I ignored her, Poppy immediately lost her temper. She rushed forward and grabbed my clothes. "Am I talking to a wall? What are you doing in the finance office? These are all confidential company documents. Get out right now, or I'll call the police!"

I frowned and forcefully shook her hand off. "Let go. I've already been fired—what's wrong with collecting my salary for this month? You should be glad that I haven't demanded the N+1 compensation."

"How much does he make?" Poppy glared at the young finance clerk, who answered honestly, "One hundred and five thousand."

Poppy turned grim instantly. "How much?!"

Cutting Off the Lifeline

After the finance clerk repeated the figure, Poppy pointed straight at me and said coldly, "You've been late—that's a violation of the company rules—so your salary for this month is forfeited."

I let out a laugh. "How do you calculate a 200 deduction for each late arrival? Did you even finish elementary school?"

Poppy looked at me without the slightest hint of guilt. "My new rule—be late three times and your entire month's pay is gone. Now get out!"

"And what right do you have to make rules?"

"I'll have a share in this company in the future," she asserted shamelessly, her arms crossed. "You got a problem with that?"

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her anymore. "Wait for my lawsuit then." With that, I turned and walked away without looking back.

I grabbed my things, drove home, and had just settled in when a text from Poppy popped up in the company group chat I hadn't had a chance to leave yet. 'From now on, any message I send in WhatsApp or Slack must be replied to. Anyone who doesn't respond will end up like the person I fired today.'

Just as I thought—she really had fired me because I didn't join in praising her. The boss must have been cursed in a past life to end up with a girlfriend like her.

Replies flooded the chat. Annoyed, I exited all the groups at once. My phone instantly became much quieter. Still, since Poppy had refused to let me take my final month's salary, I wasn't about to let her off that easily.

All of the company's major clients were in my WhatsApp contacts. I sent them a mass message, simply informing them that I had resigned and would no longer be handling business for the company.

Most of these clients had been brought in by me personally and worked with the company largely out of trust in me. If I left, there was a good chance they would follow.

Sure enough, within minutes, former clients began messaging me nonstop, asking which company I was joining and saying they were willing to transfer their contracts. I explained the situation to each of them, telling them I hadn't taken a new job yet but would contact them as soon as I did.

There were so many WhatsApp messages that I kept replying until night fell. Exhausted, I eventually fell asleep.

…

When I woke up the next morning, a message from a coworker was waiting for me. 'Chief, a lot of partners are saying they want to terminate cooperation and won't renew contracts anymore. Was that you?'

It seemed the plan had worked. I chuckled softly and replied. 'I didn't do anything. I just told them the truth—that I've already left the company.'

'Gotta hand it to you, Chief. After Poppy heard about it this morning, she blew up at several sales reps, grilling them about why they couldn't keep the clients. A bunch of people are already talking about quitting—they say they're done putting up with her.'

It looked like plenty of people in the company had been fed up with Poppy for a long time. I was curious to see how she planned to clean up this mess.

On my end, I was preparing to contact a lawyer and file a lawsuit to recover my salary. I didn't actually need the money—but I certainly wasn't going to let her have it easy.

But much to my surprise, Poppy called a few days later. I froze for a second before answering. "What is it?"

The moment I picked up, a torrent of curses came crashing through the line. "Theo Silverwood, are you even human? Where did all the company's client contact numbers go? They said you have them all. Give them back to me right now! Those are company assets—I'll sue you, you hear me?"

I paused, then immediately understood. Poppy was panicking.

"You're disgusting. Hand over the client contacts right now! If you don't, I'll make sure you regret it—believe me!"