Boss’s Son Laughed When He Fired Me! in 24-Hours-Later, the Billion-Dollar Investors Pulled Out…
The Crestmont Crisis and the Return
As I ended the call, a strange feeling washed over me: not sadness, not even anger, but quiet relief.
It was over, at least for me. For Bobby, his first day wasn’t going to be remembered for bold leadership or a new vision.
It was going to be remembered for what he broke and what came crashing down right after.
When the board started demanding answers, Bobby would finally realize just how important I had been.
I didn’t sleep much that night, but I didn’t toss and turn either. I just lay there staring up at the ceiling.
I felt that strange tension in the air, the kind you feel right before a storm hits.
By 8:00 a.m., I was sitting at my kitchen table, a cup of cold coffee in front of me. I was mindlessly scrolling through news alerts on my phone.
Still nothing. No signs of trouble. Maybe, I thought, they’ll find a way to fix it before it explodes.
But deep down, I knew better. At 9:20 a.m., my phone buzzed.
A message from Rachel. They’re panicking. Investors are supposed to call at 10:00.
Bobby had been in the conference room with Legal since 8:40. I smiled, just a small one.
It was the first real satisfaction I’d felt since he fired me. I could picture it clearly.
Bobby was pacing in the glass conference room, trying to fake confidence. The legal team flipped through contracts.
Then they’d find that clause I had insisted on, and realize the damage had already been done.
I took a sip of my cold coffee. The day was just beginning.
At 9:50 a.m., another message came through. This time it was from Walter, an old friend in the finance department.
Christina, they’re losing it.
Board members are calling in already. They heard about what happened yesterday. They are asking how it affects the Crestmont deal.
I leaned back in my chair. Things were moving even faster than I expected.
Crestmont Ventures wasn’t just any investor; they were the investor. They were the kind of partner whose name alone could open doors.
Bobby hadn’t just put a deal at risk; he had shaken their trust. Once trust is gone, it’s hard to get back.
By 10:18 a.m., the real fallout began. Rachel messaged again.
Investors are on the call. Bobb’s stammering. Mr. Thompson just walked in.
That made me sit up straight. Mr. Thompson, Bobby’s father, had been semi-retired.
He had been traveling to international offices, staying out of daily business. He wasn’t supposed to be there.
The fact that he was told me everything I needed to know. At 10:35 a.m., the final message came in.
You’re not going to believe this. Mr. Thompson screamed at Bobby. What did you do? That was our key to the deal. The entire office heard it.
I let out a slow breath. A mix of sadness and quiet satisfaction settled over me.
It wasn’t just about a deal. It was about everything I had built over the last decade.
This included the trust, the relationships, and the solid ground that Thompson Industries stood on.
Bobby had kicked it all aside without even asking who had laid the foundation.
At 10:40 a.m., my phone rang. It was an unknown number.
I almost ignored it, but curiosity won. His voice was tight, strained, like a man barely holding things together.
Christina, it’s Mr. Thompson. I need to speak with you, he said. Today, please. I paused. Let the silence stretch. About what? I asked, keeping my voice calm. The Cresmont Ventures deal. He replied immediately. They’re reconsidering. They said the termination of key personnel violated the preliminary agreement.
They want to meet with you, only you. They won’t speak to anyone else. Another long pause. Then he added softer. Please, Christina, we didn’t realize. I cut in gently. You didn’t ask. He let out a heavy breath. You’re right. And Bobby, he didn’t understand. I thought he was ready.
I didn’t respond. There wasn’t anything left to say.
I’ll come in, I said at last. On one condition, anything, he replied without hesitation. I deal directly with you. Not Bobby. Another beat of silence. Agreed.
