Top Sales Fired: The Rise of a Legend

My boss went on a business trip for a month, leaving his girlfriend in charge of the company.

She immediately accused me of being late and docked my entire 0-000,000 commission.

Even my $48 taxi reimbursement request? Rejected!

When I confronted her, she threatened to fire me.

Fine. If that's how it's going to be, I decided to take my sales team and jump ship, all of us together.

It was ten in the morning, and I walked into the office right on time.

Id been up till midnight talking to a client yesterday, and my head was still pounding.

I was just about to grab a coffee when I checked my phone and saw that my taxi reimbursement request had been rejected.

Forty-eight dollars. That was from last week, when I met Mr. Lee to discuss a new order. We talked so late that I had no choice but to take a taxi home.

The rejection note had Tiffany's name on it.

Tiffany was Mr. Harrison's new girlfriend. She was notoriously arrogant and domineering, always snapping at anyone she didn't like.

But because she had a sweet tongue and knew how to manipulate him, Mr. Harrison usually just let her do whatever she wanted.

He was away on a business trip this month, so hed put her in temporary charge of the company.

I couldn't believe she was giving me such a hard time.

I marched straight to Mr. Harrisons office.

The door wasn't quite shut, and Tiffany's sugary laughter drifted out. I knocked, then pushed it open.

She was sprawled in Mr. Harrisons swivel chair, glued to her phone. She looked up, raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

I took a deep breath.

"Tiffany, why wasn't my taxi reimbursement from last week approved?"

She glanced at the screen and scoffed.

"You took the taxi yourself, of course you have to pay for it. Is this company your personal fund? You expect us to pay for your cab rides too?"

"I was talking to Mr. Lee until 10:30 PM that night. The area was pretty isolated, and public transport had stopped hours ago."

I met her eyes.

"And we were discussing a three-million-dollar order for the second half of the year."

"So what?"

Tiffany tossed her phone aside, her bright red nails tapping on the desk.

"You need to understand, the company isn't here just to pay for you! If everyone in sales acted like you, how would we even stay in business?"

"But company policy states..." I took another deep breath.

"If you work past 10 PM, the company reimburses your taxi fare."

Tiffany leaned back, crossing her arms.

"Policy?"

She rolled her eyes at me.

"What policy? The company gives you a job; you create value for the company. Do you treat this place like your own living room, expecting us to pay for your taxi rides too?"

I looked at her, enunciating each word.

"Company policy is set by Mr. Harrison."

Tiffany suddenly shot to her feet, her finger practically jabbing at my face.

"Riley! Get this straight! I'm in charge now! If I say no, it's no! You're just a salesperson; how dare you challenge me?!"

Her voice was piercingly shrill. The open-plan office outside instantly fell silent.

"What's wrong with being a salesperson?" I took a step forward.

"Eighty percent of this company's current revenue comes from the sales department, from the clients I handle. Last year, the company was on the brink of collapse. I was the one who closed a five-million-dollar deal and saved it."

Back when Mr. Harrison's company was about to go under, he accidentally hired me.

And in my very first month, I generated five million dollars in sales, putting the company back on its feet.

Since then, Mr. Harrison had always treated me with respect and usually listened to my advice on major decisions.

Tiffany slammed her hand on the desk, her face contorted into an ugly grimace, mouth agape.

"Oh, really? You're just an employee, do you really think this company belongs to you now?"

"Should I just give you my position too, then?"

"Let me tell you, this company will be just fine without you! Now get out!"

I stared at Tiffany in disbelief.

"You're firing me? Have you even asked Mr. Harrison?"

I generated 80% of the company's profits; how dare she fire me?

Tiffany sneered, looking at me with utter contempt.

"You're just a salesperson! A dirty peddler! What's wrong with me firing you?"

"This is my boyfriend's company! I can fire whoever I want!"

"Besides, who knows if you got those sales by sleeping with old men, leveraging your looks!"

She just outright slandered me.

I gritted my teeth, taking a deep breath.

Mr. Harrison had always treated me well, I couldn't just walk away like this. So I sat down on the sofa.

"You should really ask Mr. Harrison what he thinks first."

Tiffany rolled her eyes.

"Who do you think you are?"

With that, she dialed Mr. Harrisons number directly.

Mr. Harrison's voice on the other end sounded tired.

"What is it?"

Tiffany, who had just been yelling at me in a shrill voice, immediately softened, speaking sweetly.

"Honey, I miss you."

Mr. Harrison sighed.

"Just tell me what you want."

Tiffany shot me a triumphant look.

"There's a salesperson here who's breaking company rules! I want to kick him out."

"Whatever. I need to rest."

Mr. Harrison casually dismissed her and hung up.

Tiffany then looked at me, utterly smug.

"Hear that? I can fire whoever I want! Now get out!"

I let out a cold laugh, staring at Tiffany.

"Are you sure about that?"

"If Mr. Harrison comes back and finds out you fired me, he might get angry."

I was trying to be helpful.

Headhunters had been offering me huge sums for ages, but I'd stayed out of loyalty to Mr. Harrison all these years.

My leaving wouldn't affect me one bit, but Tiffany? That was a different story.

Tiffany glared at me.

"Who do you think you are? Just a salesperson. I'm my boyfriend's future wife, the lady of this company."

"Let me tell you, as long as I'm around, you'll never get to seduce my husband!"

Hearing her say that, I just shook my head.

Well, if that's how it was going to be, then so be it.

I turned and walked out of the office. My colleagues outside had already heard our argument but didn't know what had happened, staring at me intently.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Marcus asked.

I efficiently started packing my things, a slight smile on my face.

"What's wrong? I got fired, that's what."

My colleagues' eyes widened. They looked at me in disbelief.

"Fired you? Is Tiffany out of her mind? Everyone knows you're Mr. Harrison's favorite! Isn't she afraid he'll break up with her?"

I shook my head, chuckling softly.

"I can't worry about that. It's her decision; she has to live with the consequences."

"Besides, I've been working so many years; I've been wanting a good long break."

I had long saved enough money to be financially independent, but I'd never taken a break or felt comfortable asking for one.

This was the perfect opportunity.

Marcus was fuming.

"No, seriously, why did she fire you? Did you offend her, Boss?"

I frowned, thinking back carefully.

"Maybe it was last time, when Mr. Harrison called me to talk about work, and I didn't answer her call. She probably thought I was having an affair with him."

"She's been looking for excuses to pick fights with me ever since."

Yesterday, Tiffany had posted a photo of herself and Mr. Harrison in the WhatsApp group. Everyone had replied with 'perfect match.'

I was the only one who'd seen it but didn't bother to reply.

That was probably the final straw.

"I should call Mr. Harrison right now. You're the backbone of this company; you can't just leave."

I shook my head, a light laugh escaping me.

"No, it's fine. Even if I were to come back, it would only be after Tiffany and Mr. Harrison break up. I really can't stand her behavior. We'll see about it later."

I finished packing my things and headed to the finance office to collect this month's salary.

Although I'd only worked ten days this month, I'd closed a three-million-dollar deal last month.

According to my contract, I was owed a $300,000 commission.

I informed Chloe, the finance girl, that I'd been fired and asked her to transfer my salary to my account.

Just then, Tiffany suddenly appeared at the office doorway, glaring at me.

"Riley, didn't I tell you to get out? What are you doing here?"

I gave her a bland look. She was gloating, smug and self-satisfied because she'd snagged a rich boyfriend. It was particularly nauseating to watch.

Seeing I didn't respond, Tiffany immediately got agitated, stepping forward and grabbing my clothes.

"Didn't you hear me talking to you? What are you doing in the finance office? These are important company documents! Get out now, or I'm calling the police!"

I frowned, forcefully shaking off Tiffany's hand.

"Let go!"

"I've resigned. Is there a problem with me collecting this month's salary? You should be grateful I'm not asking for compensation."

Tiffany glared at Chloe.

"How much is her salary?"

Chloe nervously answered.

"Three hundred thousand and five thousand dollars."

Tiffany's face immediately soured.

"How much?"

After Chloe repeated the amount, Tiffany pointed at me.

"You violated company policy by being late, so your entire salary for this month is docked."

I let out a cold laugh.

"Being late once means a $200 deduction. How did you calculate that? Did you even finish elementary school?"

Tiffany, however, looked at me with full confidence.

"I just set a new rule: three lates, and your entire month's salary is gone. Now get out!"

"What gives you the right to make rules?"

Tiffany crossed her arms, shamelessly.

"I'll have a share in this company in the future, so what's wrong with me making rules?"

I couldn't be bothered arguing with her.

"Then you can expect a lawsuit from me."

With that, I stormed out.

I grabbed my things and drove home. As soon as I'd put everything away, I saw Tiffany had sent a message in the company WhatsApp group, which I hadn't left yet.

"From now on, everyone must reply to my messages. Anyone who doesn't will face the same consequences as the person who was fired today."

"Also, from now on, the company will not reimburse your taxi fares. Don't always think of the company as your personal piggy bank!"

It seemed she really did fire me because I hadn't joined in the praise.

Mr. Harrison was truly unlucky to have found such a girlfriend.

Everyone below immediately replied to her message. I found it annoying, so I just exited all the groups.

My phone instantly became much quieter.

But since Tiffany wouldn't let me take my last month's salary, I had to teach her a lesson.

All of the company's important clients were stored in my personal email. So I sent a group message to all these clients, basically informing them that I had resigned and would no longer be handling business at the company.

Most of these people were clients I had brought in, and they cooperated with the company largely because of me.

If I left, they would most likely follow me.

Sure enough, within two minutes, my former clients started flooding me with messages, asking which company I was moving to and expressing their willingness to transfer their contracts.

I explained the situation to each of them, saying I hadn't found a new job yet but would contact them immediately once I did.

There were so many clients; I was still replying until it got dark, eventually falling asleep from exhaustion.

When I woke up the next day, Marcus sent me a message.

"Boss, a lot of our partners are saying they want to terminate their agreements and won't be renewing their contracts. Was that you?"

Looks like my plan was working. I chuckled softly.

"I didn't do anything; I merely stated the fact that I've resigned."

"You're amazing. Tiffany came in this morning, heard about it, and blew up at several salespeople, demanding to know why they couldn't retain clients. Now several salespeople are preparing to resign, saying they won't put up with her attitude."

It seemed many people in the company were unhappy with Tiffany. I wondered how she would handle this mess.

Meanwhile, I prepared to contact a lawyer to file a lawsuit and get my salary back.

Even though I didn't desperately need the money, I couldn't let her get away with it.

To my surprise, a few days later, Tiffany actually called me.

I was startled, picking up the phone with confusion.

"What is it?"

As soon as I answered, she launched into a furious tirade.

"Riley, are you even human?! Where are all the company's client contacts? They all say they're with you! Hand over those phone numbers right now! Those are company property! I'll sue you, I swear!"

I paused, then realized Tiffany was getting desperate.

"You're disgusting! Give me those client numbers now! Or I'll kill you, you hear me?!"