At 6 a.m., after I’d spent all night stopping a pressure spike that would have blown a seam under a river, the founder’s son walked into my control room with two security guards and fired me in…
The door to the control room buzzes at six in the morning, an hour before shift change. I know that sound. I know what’s coming before Preston even walks in, flanked by two security guards and two cops who look like they failed the mall cop entrance exam. He’s smiling, and that’s never good. I’ve … Read more