Days later things at work have normalized, the vacancies that were left vacant after the layoffs I made, have been filled. Each person was highly scrutinized and all the staff was warned about the hellish lawsuit that will come their way if for one second they even think of sharing information with the competition. There is jail time for revealing trade secrets and I made sure each person knew that I was prepared to take those who dared to f**k with me to the ultimate consequences.
Only until I have everything figured out do I accept calls from home and tell my family what happened. They are sympathetic, but inside I want to tear my skin off at the thought of the mistakes I keep making. And my focus stays there, on remedying what was screwed up until everything is perfect again, just the
