My Boss Said “You’re Fired.” I Smiled and Said “Great”. He Had No Idea Why

As I recalled the events of yesterday, I heard Evan’s weak voice on the phone.

“If it comes to this, even you will do. Come to the office immediately! The phones have been ringing non-stop with inquiries, and we can’t keep up!”

“I was fired by you, Evan. I can’t come to your company.” I clearly refused and ended the call.

As I hung up, I could still hear his pleading voice, but I had no more ties to that company. Evan continued to call me intermittently; however, I never answered, and the calls gradually decreased, eventually stopping completely after a week.

He must have been too busy dealing with the company to keep calling me. I enjoyed my newfound peaceful life for a while.

Later, I heard that the company went through a tough time. Even when they received inquiries, only Evan and Mr. Carson were there to handle them, which led to many misunderstandings.

Eventually, a defect was found in the Fabs presented at the exhibition, and the company received numerous complaints. Without me, who had developed it, Evan was at a loss.

He couldn’t answer questions about repair schedules or future prospects, angering the clients. Meanwhile, I continued to walk my usual commute route.

As I passed my former company, Evan spotted me and rushed over, sweating profusely.

“You’re finally here! I knew you would come, Mark! Now fix that Fabs machine; the clients are furious!” Half-crying, he clung to me, but I shook off his hand nonchalantly.

“You must be mistaken. I was fired from Carson Manufacturing.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m on my way to my new company. From now on, I’ll be working at Davis Engineering, my new startup.”

Evan was stunned, his eyes wide, and he turned pale, collapsing to the ground. He tried to say something, but I ignored him and headed to my new office across from Carson Manufacturing.

I had always wanted to have my own company, a place where I could freely create machines—a dream come true. And with like-minded colleagues, I wanted to create products that could compete globally.

As I shared my vision, my co-workers supported my plan. What started as a dream became more serious as Evan worsened the work environment.

We gradually prepared for the startup, and I had intended to stay at Carson Manufacturing until the launch of Fabs out of loyalty. But the betrayal at the exhibition by Evan and Mr. Carson sealed my decision to leave.

In my new office, I looked out the shiny windows. Inside the data Evan presented at the exhibition included bugs from before the revisions.

I had the correct data and fixed parts ready for the real presentation. If he had apologized, I might have given him the revised data, but that’s impossible now.

I turned to see Emily standing there with a cup of coffee behind me. My former colleagues were smiling warmly.

Everyone who had submitted their resignations had joined my new company. I looked around at the familiar faces, all reliable friends.

“Let’s work together and give it our all.”

“I look forward to working with you!” They replied.

Encouraged by my words, my colleagues responded with bright, beaming smiles. After that, we worked together to develop the improved version of Fabs.

We addressed the previous issues and launched the final product online. The response was overwhelmingly positive, and seeing this, Evan reportedly collapsed to the floor in despair.

“This is the end for our company.” He said.

Just as he predicted, the old company stopped receiving new orders. Everyone preferred the improved version from my new company; nobody wanted to buy the problematic old product.

Evan only received repair requests, but he couldn’t handle them and was soon swamped with refund demands. Shortly after, the company went bankrupt.

The elite newcomer, Mr. Carson’s son, had long since fled and was working in an unrelated company. Meanwhile, Mr. Carson and Evan ended up with massive debts and eventually filed for bankruptcy.