A week after my wedding and a dreamy honeymoon, I returned to work feeling on top of the world. I was ready to start fresh. Instead, I was fired for a reason I never imagined could cost me everything.
They say your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Mine was. But what happened one week later shattered me.
I’m Suzanna. I’m 30, and until recently, I thought I had my life figured out. I worked at Henderson Marketing in downtown Oakridge, kept my head down, did my job, and went home. Simple. Clean. Safe.
But apparently, that wasn’t enough for them.
You see, I had my reasons for keeping to myself. At my previous job in Lakeview, I’d made the mistake of being too open and trusting. I’d chat with colleagues about my weekend plans, my commute route, and even where I lived. Big mistake.
Someone started following me. Every evening on the train, there he was… watching and waiting. He knew my schedule better than I did.
The police couldn’t do much without concrete evidence, so I did what any sane person would do. I quit, moved to Oakridge, bought a beat-up Honda with squeaky brakes, and started fresh at Henderson Marketing.
“You’re awfully quiet,” my colleague Macy would say from the cubicle next to mine. She had curly red hair that bounced when she talked. “Don’t you want to grab lunch with us? We’re going to that new place on Fifth Street.”
“Thanks, but I’m fine,” I’d reply, not looking up from my computer screen.
“So what do you do for fun anyway? Got a boyfriend? Any hobbies?”
“Speaking of lunch, did you finish the Morrison account review? The deadline’s tomorrow,” I’d change the subject.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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