Summary
I was the CEO’s substitute canary for three years.
The night he went to the airport to pick up his White Moonlight, I left a suicide note and caught the first flight out of town.
I thought we would never see each other again.
Later, he skipped a high-profile press conference that the whole world was watching.
Simply because he heard I’d risen from the grave.
Me, getting caught red-handed: “…”
The corpse isn’t feeling well. I’ll take my leave now.