Born with Fortune—My Boss Fired Me Anyway

Summary

I have the Midas touch. All I have to do is sit in an office, and deals start rolling in.

The vice president treated me like a queen, terrified I’d jump ship.

But then, the CEO’s childhood sweetheart parachuted into the company, taking the VP’s job.

She stormed up to my desk, picked up her coffee, and dumped it over my head.

“It’s working hours. Who gave you permission to nap? It’s because of corporate parasites like you that this company is failing!”

“Your bonus for this month is gone. And I want a five-thousand-word self-criticism on my desk by tomorrow morning.”