My Boss Fired Me Over A Birthday Party — So I Froze His Billion Dollar Logistics Empire
Part 2
A flashing notification suddenly appeared across my laptop screen from the Department of Transportation.
An Apex Freight heavy vehicle had just caused a massive multi-car pileup on the busy interstate.
Hazardous chemical load was clearly listed on the preliminary incident report.
My stomach instantly dropped into my shoes.
Grabbing my phone, a call to the Gulf Coast union representative seemed urgent.
Answering on the first ring, a heavy sigh escaped his lips before speaking.
Confirming the terrible crash was his first grim duty.
Clarifying that it was not one of his skilled union drivers provided minor relief.
Tyler had apparently panicked terribly when the entire fleet stalled.
Hiring a random, non-union driver off a cheap digital freight board was his desperate solution.
Moving volatile chemicals requires special certifications.
The young kid completely lacked the mandatory hazmat endorsement.
Taking a sharp corner far too fast caused the tragic disaster.
Industrial solvent aggressively leaked all over the wet highway pavement.
Environmental Protection Agency officials were already rushing to the toxic scene.
Supply chain delays were no longer the primary issue at hand.
Federal incidents carry massive, unpayable fines.
Grounding the entire fleet for a mandatory safety audit was the next logical step from the DOT.
A wave of pure nausea washed over me.
Innocent drivers and local motorists were unfairly paying the ultimate price for extreme arrogance.
Closing my laptop felt necessary to block out the overwhelming chaos.
My phone buzzed again with a call from an unexpected number.
Brian, the regional vice president of competing Global Logistics Corporation, was on the line.
Recruiting me had been his ongoing mission for ten long years.
Turning him down out of deep loyalty to Craig was my standard response.
Answering the phone this time felt decidedly different.
His smooth voice always sounded like he was mentally calculating high profit margins.
Asking if I was finally tired of saving the chaotic world for peanuts was his opening line.
Telling him I was officially a powerful free agent felt amazing.
Instructing me to stay put at the diner, he promised to send a luxury car.
Discussing my bright future over an expensive lunch was his immediate proposal.
Agreeing to the meeting came with one massive condition.
Bringing the major port authorities and crucial unions with me was part of the deal.
A sleek black luxury sedan quietly pulled up outside the greasy diner twenty minutes later.
The silent driver politely opened the heavy door for me.
Sliding into the back seat, the rich leather smelled strongly of new money.
Checking the various industry blogs on my phone occupied the drive toward the business district.
The shipping world was completely losing its collective mind over the sudden Apex shutdown.
My obscure name was suddenly trending heavily in major logistics forums.
Becoming the most powerful free agent in the entire shipping industry happened in mere hours.
Brian was patiently waiting at an incredibly expensive downtown steakhouse.
Looking razor sharp in a dark tailored suit, he greeted me warmly.
Offering me a massive, unprecedented salary to join his growing firm was his first move.
Demanding complete autonomy instead of cash was my immediate counteroffer.
Running my own separate division with zero interference from useless middle management was non-negotiable.
Staring at me for a long, silent moment, he weighed the heavy demand.
Could I really pull this off?
