Fired on Friday, Rehired the Next Week

During my vacation, I accidentally ended up at the same hotel as my boss, but we didn’t interact at all.
When I got back, he fired me, claiming I wasn’t “sociable enough.”

The absurdity of it almost made me laugh. I had been an excellent employee—early, consistent, respectful, and always delivering results. But the real reason he fired me became clear on my last day, when a coworker whispered:

“He was there with other women, right? His wife stalks his phone. He probably thinks you’d talk.”

Ah.
There it was.

In the end, I didn’t talk… but I did something much better.

I sent his wife photos of him getting handsy with multiple women during the vacation—by the pool, at the outdoor bar, even in the elevator lobby when he thought no one was watching. I didn’t add commentary; I simply let the photos speak for themselves.

A week later, I got a call.

The Phone Call

My phone buzzed at 7:14 a.m., far too early for anyone normal to be calling. I groaned, rolled over, and squinted at the screen.

Unknown Number.

I almost ignored it. But something—instinct, maybe pettiness—made me swipe to answer.

“Hello?”

A moment of breathing.
Then a woman’s voice—smooth, controlled, but trembling under the surface.

“Is this… the person who sent me those photos?”

I sat up immediately.
“Yes. This is me.”

She exhaled shakily.
“My name is Claire. I’m—well, I was—Mark’s wife.”

Ah.
My boss’s wife.

“I assume you saw the photos,” I said quietly.

“Every single one,” she whispered. “Thank you. You were brave to send them.”

Brave wasn’t the word I would’ve chosen, but I didn’t argue.

Then her tone shifted—more determined, almost sharp.

“I’d like to meet you,” she said.

I blinked. “Meet me? Why?”

“Because,” she said, “I think you should know what happened after I confronted him. And because I have… a proposition for you.”

My pulse quickened.
A proposition?
This was already spiraling into something far bigger than I intended.

But curiosity has always been my downfall.

“All right,” I said. “When and where?”

The Meeting

We met at a quiet café downtown. Claire was elegant—polished hair, tailored coat, diamond earrings that probably cost more than my car. But her eyes told the real story: fury, exhaustion, and betrayal all swirling together.

She greeted me with a firm handshake.

“Thank you for coming.”

“No problem,” I murmured.

We ordered coffee, then sat in tense silence until she finally spoke.

“I confronted him the night I got your message,” she said. “He denied everything at first. Then he tried to blame the women. Then he blamed his job. Then he blamed you.”

“Me?” I lifted an eyebrow.

“Oh yes,” she scoffed. “He said you were trying to destroy him because he ‘had to let you go.’”

I laughed bitterly. “He fired me because I wasn’t ‘sociable.’”

She rolled her eyes.
“Translation: he fired you because you saw too much.”

She leaned in closer.

“I kicked him out. I filed for divorce. And I also discovered… he wasn’t just cheating. He was hiding money. Lots of it.”

I blinked.
“Wow. I’m sorry.”

She smiled coldly.
“Oh, don’t be. I plan to take every penny he tried to hide.”

Then she pulled something out of her handbag—a white envelope.

“I want you to have this.”

I hesitated.
“What is it?”

“Open it.”

Inside was a check.
A very generous check.
More money than I’d made in the last six months combined.

“I—I can’t accept this,” I stammered.

“Yes, you can,” she insisted. “You lost your job because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Consider it compensation… and gratitude.”

I swallowed hard.
“Thank you. Really. But… what did you mean by a proposition?”

Her eyes glimmered.

“I want to offer you a job.”

The Proposition

“A job?” I echoed, stunned.

“Yes,” she said. “I own a consulting company. We help small businesses streamline their operations. You have excellent organizational skills, and you handled something incredibly messy with a level head.”

I blinked.
“You want to hire me because I exposed your husband?”

“No,” she said. “I want to hire you because you have integrity. You did the right thing even though it cost you.”

Her compliment hit harder than I expected.

Then she smiled softly.

“And… because you clearly notice things others miss. That’s a valuable skill.”

The offer was good.
The salary was even better.
And the poetic justice?
Immaculate.

“I’d love to work with you,” I said finally.

She extended her hand again.
“Welcome aboard.”

A Week Later…

On my first day at her company, I walked into the sleek office lobby… and froze.

There, at the receptionist’s desk, filling out paperwork, was Mark—my ex-boss.

He looked smaller somehow, deflated.
His suit didn’t fit right.
His eyes were swollen, like he hadn’t slept in days.

He looked up as I walked past him—and his jaw dropped.

“YOU?” he sputtered.

I smiled sweetly.
“Oh. Hi, Mark. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“What are you doing—how—why are you—”

Before he could finish, Claire swept out of her office.

“Mark,” she said sharply, “I don’t think this will be a good fit after all. You may leave.”

He stared at her, mouth hanging open.

“You— you said you’d consider me—”

“I did,” she said. “And I did consider you. The answer is no.”

His face reddened.
He looked at me with seething hatred.

“You did this,” he hissed.

I leaned in slightly.

“No, Mark. You did.”

Claire cleared her throat.
“That will be all.”

He stormed out of the lobby, the door slamming behind him.
I swear the entire building vibrated with satisfaction.

Claire turned to me and winked.

“Ready to start your real career?”

I grinned.

“Absolutely.”