The Golden Age of the Deadwood Director Who Gutted Her Former Company
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I had given the company fifteen years, building the European market from a blank slate.
On the new CEO’s first day, he publicly shredded my contract: Forty-year-old deadwood. Salary slashed from fifty thousand to fifteen thousand a month. Take it or quit.
I signed it.
He then turned to the executive board meeting and asked, “Who will manage the two-billion-dollar European portfolio?”
The conference room fell into a deathly silence.
I stood up. “Three days from now, our competition will tell you.”
His face went white.
