Chapter 1 — Leave To Be Called By Your Own Name

To appease the new employee, my boss forced me to clean up my desk... 10 minutes later I quit, withdrew all my shares, causing the company to go bankrupt! Author: Bach Nha Son Coc The personnel transfer notice with a red background and black letters is posted right in front of the tea room door. The first line stands out extremely well: List of personnel streamlining of the Research & Development Center. My employee number. Standing right in the first position. Tieu Chu stood next to the cup of coffee, not even closing the lid.

"Miss Duong, did the company print it wrong?"

I put down the glass of water.

"No mistake."

Tieu Chu was so impatient that her voice trembled.

"Last week, I even revised the new product plan. General Director Co also said that without your signature, no one is allowed to release it. How can you send me to the warehouse?"

I glanced at my phone. 2:18 p.m.

"Not a transfer."

I calmly replied:

"It's dismissal."

The whole area immediately fell silent. Someone quietly turned off the phone screen. Someone bowed their head and pretended to pour water. The Head of Administration walked over from the end of the hallway, holding a cardboard box in his hand. She handed the box to me.

"Tong Duong, General Manager Co told me to complete the handover today."

I took the box.

"It doesn't have to last until today."

The Head of Administration paused. I turned around and returned to my seat.

"Ten minutes."

As soon as the computer was turned on, the internal system immediately displayed a notice of change in permissions. My project access... Locked. Email access... Only fifteen minutes left. I opened the folder saved on my computer, wiped out my personal photos and chat history. Tieu Chu followed behind.

"Miss Duong, don't get excited. Maybe you should meet with General Manager Co and ask for clarification first."

I picked up the ceramic cup on the table and gave it to her.

"Miss Duong!"

"Remember to take care of the mint pot for me."

I took off my employee card and placed it on the table. Then open the email, create a new handover letter. Recipient: Director of R&D Center. Administration Department. Finance Department. The content is only two lines.

"All project documents have been synchronized to the company's cloud data warehouse, paths and access rights remain the same."

"For applications related to patent licensing, please follow the procedures of the Legal department."

Sending time: 2:28 p.m. Just ten minutes. I hugged the almost empty cardboard box. A colleague at the next table stood up.

"Tong Duong, are you really quitting your job?"

I smiled.

"The notice has also been posted."

"What am I still doing here?"

Before the elevator door closed, behind the glass of the R&D room, there were many faces looking at me. I didn't look back. Just walked out of the revolving door in the first floor lobby. A silver sedan stopped right below the steps. The car window slowly lowered. Giang Van sat in the back row. She wore sunglasses and a red dress that covered her knees. My eyes glanced at the cardboard box in my hand, my eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Tong Duong, what are you doing?"

I stood on the steps.

"Quit one's job."

She took off her sunglasses.

"Who told you to really take a break?"

I didn't reply. Her voice was filled with impatience.

"Removing your project leader position is just to appease Hua Lam."

"He just joined the company, but she rejected his plan right in front of everyone, losing face bear it."

"You go back."

"Put things back where they were."

"Tomorrow I will have someone take down the notice."

I looked at her.

"Director Giang."

Her face immediately darkened.

"What did you just call me?"

I took out my resignation confirmation from the cardboard box. The lower right corner has the red mark of the Administration Department.

"It's late."

"All procedures are completed."

Giang Van's fingers placed on the car door paused. Maybe she never thought... I'll talk to her in this tone. Don't even think... I'm really going to leave. Five years ago. I was the one who rented the first office with Co Nghien Bach. Someone who cuts clothing samples until four in the morning. He was his companion from a small garment factory to the high-end fashion brand it is today. It's also me... During the engagement ceremony between you and Giang Van. Sit at the last staff table. On his behalf, he blocked all questions from the veteran employees. Giang Van burst out laughing.

"Tong Duong, have you done enough?"

"Isn't it just because Co Nghien Bach has been using Hua Lam more and being cold towards you lately that you're not willing?"

"For working women, the worst thing to do is turn your work position into an emotional one."

I nodded.

"You're right."

She was stunned. I put the resignation confirmation back into the cardboard box.

"So now..."

"I'm just talking location."

"No talking about love."

The smile on Giang Van's face completely disappeared.

"What do you mean?"

"I quit my job."

I raised my hand to call a taxi.

"What will happen to your company in the future..."

"Just follow the correct procedure and contact me."

The taxi stopped. I pulled the car door. Behind him came Giang Van's voice.

"Tong Duong! If you dare to go today, tomorrow the whole world will know that you were fired from our company!"

I sat in the car.

"Then just let them know."

The car door closed. The driver turned around and asked: I read an address. When the car rolls. Through the rearview mirror. I saw Giang Van still standing on the steps. Her red dress is very striking. But in my eyes... Just an eyesore. I know Co Nghien Bach... Behind the scenes of a startup competition in college. At that time, he was holding a stack of promotional materials, his shirt collar tilted to one side, and was being questioned by the judges to the point that he didn't know how to answer.

"What is your brand positioning?"

"Why should consumers buy your clothes?"

"Do you have a professional design team?"

Co Nghien Bach tightened his grip on the microphone, the back of his hand turned white. I sat in the last row, raised my hand.

"Let me answer."

That day I wore a denim jacket that had faded from washing too many times. Her hair is only tied loosely. When he stepped on stage, some people burst out laughing. I opened Co Nghien Bach's sample bag and took out a white shirt that still had excess threads that hadn't been cut cleanly.

"It's not complete enough."

"But it has an advantage."

"The shape is very slim."

"If you tighten the waist an inch more, lower the collar to half a knuckle, then replace regular buttons with mother-of-pearl buttons..."

"This shirt can be sold for three times the current price."