The CEO’s Secret Code

It was the end of the year. Instead of holiday bonuses, our CEO decided it was time for a “personnel restructuring.”

The new HR Director—who had only been here a few months and threw her weight around because she was a distant relative of the boss—fired me on the spot. Me. The one who had carried the team on her back, the one who helped the boss build this company from the ground up back when I was just a broke, underpaid intern.

But what the bitch didn’t know was that my code was pure, unadulterated “spaghetti code.” Aside from me, no one on God’s green earth could decode those comment lines.

Later on, I heard she had to bring in ten different experts. Staring at the massive pile of code with a hundred nested if…else statements, they all fell dead silent.

During the company’s year-end party, my phone blew up with calls from the boss.