After I was Laid Off, My Boss Regretted It

Will winked at Yolanda Cooper, the HR manager.

She began to threaten fiercely, "Janice Lee, you have frequently absented yourself from work and formed cliques without respect for company regulations. Our company has supported you for so many years. I suggest you be grateful.

"If you want to be employed in the other companies, you still have to get a resignation certificate from me. Don't forget that I can write whatever reason for your resignation I want. Consider your future first before you ask for compensation!"

This was a naked intimidation from the HR manager Yolanda.

I would not be scared away, but I was afraid of dragging my colleagues down.

"Bah, how dare you try to trap me for life with just a resignation certificate? In your dreams!"

"Do you think we only have nothing but our salary? I'd rather idle at home than be a doormat here."

"Just manufacture whatever you want. I can't wait to see what kind of reasons you can come up with!"

I couldn't help thinking with a snicker, "What bouncy young guys they are."

After the vain attempt to threaten these young men, Will furiously cast a fierce look at me.

He interposed sarcastically, "What about you? You're already in your thirties but still single. I don't believe you don't worry about your future."

I suppressed my laughter and cleared my throat before I replied to him.

"I do worry. If I don't work hard, I will have to inherit the 2,000 acres of grassland and about ten thousand cattle and sheep."

Will's mouth twitched. He said with an interesting expression, "Janice Lee, stop bragging about something you don't have."

There was no need for me to prove myself, but since we had already fallen out, I didn't need to care about his pride.

I just couldn't stand the way he bullied and looked down on others by flaunting his relations with the chairman.

I took out my phone calmly and made a video call to my dad. He was yelling orders at the sheepdogs to drive thousands of lambs back to the pen.

In the continuous baas, I had a brief chat with my dad about some domestic trivia that everyone could understand. Then, almost everyone looked at me with eyes sparkling with admiration.

Will turned livid.

He ordered through gritted teeth, "Yolanda, give them the resignation certificate and tell them to get out immediately!"

I thought with a cold snorting laugh, "He snaps so soon. Then how can he face what will happen later? Will he even cry in anxiety?"

I smiled and said nothing, packing up my belongings with my team members.

In the end, to my surprise, Will sent a man with glasses from the technology department, whom he had brought with him when he was parachuted in, to take over my work.

Flaunting Will's care for him, this man with glasses scornfully belittled the work I had done over the years.

"I don't know why you have to spend a whole day analyzing such simple data. No wonder Mr. Wood criticized you for being inefficient. I can finish analyzing them in minutes. Go away with your belongings quickly and don't get in my way here."

I didn't care about his ridicule.

I only said to him with a smile, "There are at least a dozen hidden dangers on Shuff Road. Good luck to you."

Yolanda soon sent over several resignation certificates, and the reasons given for my resignation were still frequent deliberate absenteeism, misconduct, and cliquey behavior.

My teammates' hands were quivering with rage when they received their resignation certificates. They left the company with their belongings in anger.

The members of the engineering department's fieldwork team had all left, leaving only a few employees who were in charge of business contacts in the office.

Of course, we couldn't just let this matter go, so we worked in cooperation with a due division of labor to learn about the arbitration procedures and sort out evidence to prove the unfair dismissal while looking for a reliable lawyer.

Sean took the initiative to take care of my work, took the evidence I provided, and asked me to rest at home and wait for good news.

After the hurricane a few days ago, I had been collecting data with my team members during the day and working overtime for data analysis until late at night. I was exhausted.

Now that I was allowed some rare free time, I needed a sound sleep to make up for my lack of rest these days.

I didn't wake up until noon the next day. There were several WhatsApp messages from Yvonne, who was in charge of data arrangement in the engineering department.

She first apologized to me for giving the data analysis of the projects I had worked on over the years to the technology department without my permission.

I said I understood her helplessness as an employee in the face of the leader's orders.

"Janice, Engineer Wonder identified more than a dozen potential danger spots on the road with the help of the AI program today. Mr. Wood then led a team there in person to locate the spots by drilling into the ground. However, not only did they fail to find any spots, but they also seriously damaged the road surface. Mr. Wood got infuriated and is still telling Engineer Wonder off."

Engineer Wonder was Jason Wonder, the programmer with glasses Will had been parachuted in with.

I responded with a smile, "As expected. But I feel sorry for those who sweated over the drilling."

Will and Jason thought they could easily identify hidden dangers by using AI technology.

What a pipe dream.

The graphic data generated by radar scanning were unique like fingerprints. No waveforms could be the same.

The interpretation of graphic data relied on rich experience and accurate analysis of radar waveforms rather than the rigid application of previous data and templates.

Just as I had exchanged a few words with Yvonne, I suddenly received a call from the Emergency Management Bureau. Because of our company's outstanding performance and good reputation, the bureau would habitually contact me whenever there was a task after several successful collaborations with our company.

It turned out that chiefs from the capital would come to inspect three weeks later. The inspection route had been arranged, but a part of it was the road that had been submerged during the hurricane a few days ago, including the high-risk Shuff Road, so an urgent repair was required to ensure safety.

When the one on the other end of the line learned that I had been fired from the company, he hung up the phone after an astonished "Oh" without saying anything more.

For such an urgent task, even our original team would have to work overtime, let alone Will, who lacked professional knowledge and experience.

Late that night, I noticed an unread friend request on WhatsApp.

"Janice, this is Jason Wonder. Accept my friend request. I need some data."

His bossy manner annoyed me.

I ignored his message, turned off the phone, and went to sleep.

I couldn't help but think, "Will considers himself capable enough, doesn't he? I'd like to see how he can pull through this crisis in such a short time."