“You want me to work for free?”
He did not answer. That silence hurt more than anything. Seven years.
I had stayed at the office late countless times. I had come in even when I was sick.
I had saved meetings, fixed last-minute contract problems, and dealt with difficult clients for him.
And now he was telling me I could stay only if I stopped getting paid?
My eyes filled with tears.
“I thought you were a different kind of man.”
Richard opened his mouth, but I stopped him.
“No. Please. Don’t say anything.”
“Emily…” The continuation read in the comments
“I gave you seven years. If you wanted to fire me, you could have just fired me. You didn’t need to give me a condition like this.”