The moment the elevator doors closed, I started crying.
I had worked for that company for almost five years.
For the past two years, I had stayed late week after week. When the company was going through financial difficulties, I had barely even taken vacation days.
And now they had simply thrown me out.
Without an explanation.
About two hours after I got home, my phone rang.
The screen showed:
Mr. Wilson.
For a moment, I thought about ignoring it.
But I answered.
“Emily.”
His voice sounded different.
Softer.
“Yes?”
“Come to the east dock at Hart Lake tonight at seven.”
I froze.
“Why?”
He stayed silent for a few seconds.
Then he said,
“Dress nicely. And don’t tell anyone we’re meeting.”
I literally pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the screen.
“Mr. Wilson… I don’t understand.”
“I know. Trust me for a few more hours.”
Then he hung up.
At that moment, every terrible possibility crossed my mind.
Why had he fired me in front of everyone, only to ask me to meet him secretly afterward?
Why by a lake?
Why after working hours?
And strangest of all…
Why did I need to dress nicely?
I was almost certain I wasn’t going.
But then I remembered his final words.
“Trust me for a few more hours.”
A little before seven, I arrived at the lake.
Mr. Wilson was already there.
