Senior regional manager Kenneth Webb had completely abandoned the wedding of his own biological daughter to the absolute owner of the company, publicly labeling the global CEO’s wedding as a little party in his corporate communications.
All to take his lazy son on an influencer vacation.
Before my father could even attempt to find his voice or formulate a single word of defense, the corporate legal team stepped forward, presenting a binder of immediate binding executive decrees.
Due to his egregious breach of corporate ethics, his public misrepresentation of the company’s leadership, and the immediate security risks associated with his hostile family conduct, Kenneth Webb’s employment was summarily terminated with cause, effective immediately.
His executive security credentials were physically stripped from his neck. His high yield corporate pension lines were permanently frozen and his name was placed on an absolute permanent blacklist across the global logistics and aerospace industries.
He was escorted out of the multi-million dollar skyscraper by four armed security guards in full view of his entire professional staff.
His 40-year career completely dismantled in less 15 minutes.
That was the exact moment my mother Eleanor began her frantic, hysterical assault on my phone line, calling exactly 61 times in less than 2 hours from the airport terminal in Greece.
When I finally pressed the speakerphone button while sitting in the quiet comfort of our luxury penthouse, her voice came shrieking through the line, completely choked with frantic tears and ugly, unhinged panic.
“Lisa. Oh my god. Lisa, please answer me,” my mom screamed, her voice cracking violently.
“Your dad’s boss saw the wedding video clip. He recognized your husband, Alistister, as the absolute global owner of Vanguard. The corporate offices just shut down all of our accounts. Your father has been fired. Our executive insurance is gone. And the bank is calling in the highinterest personal loans we took out for Julian’s trip.