The company director fired me in front of everyone. Two hours later, he called and said, “Dress nicely and meet me by the lake. Don’t tell anyone we’re meeting.” When I arrived, he asked me to take a photo with him… and the next morning, that photo was hanging on the door of his office

“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.

He was wearing a red polo shirt, light-colored shorts, and looked nothing like the stern director I saw every day at work.

“You came,” he said.

 

“Yes. Are you finally going to tell me what’s going on?”

He glanced around.