Fired Me For $50，Enjoy Bankrupting Your Family!

Only seventy-two hours left until my ten-year anniversary at the company—and my three-million-dollar stock option payout.

But the newly appointed twenty-two-year-old Gen Z Vice President just slapped a "Voluntary Resignation Agreement" right in my face.

"You're a fossil. This company doesn't pay people just to sit around and tap on keyboards."

"Sign this, take this fifty-dollar bill for your troubles, and get the hell out of my building."

Kyle Vance, wearing an Armani tailored suit, sneered at me.

I looked at the crumpled fifty-dollar bill on the desk and burst out laughing.

Fire me?