Fired Me For $500 I Pulled The Server Plug And Destroyed Your Empire

I was exactly seventy-two hours away from hitting my ten-year milestone and cashing out my twenty-one million dollar equity payout.

Then, our brand-new Gen Z vice president slapped a "Voluntary Resignation Agreement" right across my face.

"Old man, this company doesn't pay dinosaurs who just sit around typing on keyboards."

"Sign it, take this five-hundred-dollar severance, and get the hell out of my building."

Twenty-two-year-old Kyle Sterling sneered at me from inside his tailored Armani suit.

I looked down at the crumpled five-hundred-dollar bill on my desk and actually smiled.