No meeting invite.
No warning.
No thank-you for nineteen years.
Just a cardboard box pushed across my desk and a man in a slim gray suit saying,
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“We’re modernizing leadership, Clara. You understand.”I looked at the box.
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Inside, someone from HR had already placed:
My coffee mug
My old calculator
Three framed photos
The silver pen the founder gave me the year we survived the recession without laying off a single warehouse workerThat pen hurt more than the termination letter.
For nineteen years,