My Ex-husband Returned 10 Years After Leaving, but Not for the Reason I Expected
When my ex-husband, Josh, showed up on my doorstep after disappearing for 10 years, I had no idea why he’d returned. What could he possibly want now, after abandoning me and our daughter, Chloe?
Looking at Josh, I didn’t recognize the man I’d once fallen in love with. Time had aged him, and guilt was written all over his face. At that point, I had every right to slam the door in his face, but I didn’t do it.
I didn’t do it for Chloe’s sake. I knew she needed her dad in her life.
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Being a single mom isn’t easy, but raising my daughter, Chloe, has been the most rewarding challenge of my life.
For 10 years, it’s just been the two of us. There were moments I struggled, but every time Chloe smiled or reached a milestone, I knew it was all worth it.
She’s my pride, my strength, and my reason to keep going.
But things weren’t always this way.
Years ago, I was married to Josh, a man I once thought would be my forever.
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We met through a mutual friend, and I was immediately drawn to his charm and wit. Our friendship turned into love almost effortlessly.
Back then, I noticed a few things about Josh that I chose to ignore.
For one, he was always cautious about money. I remember how he hesitated before agreeing to splurge on a nice dinner or how he’d suggest I not buy something because it seemed “too expensive,” even when it wasn’t. I brushed it off as him being practical.
In hindsight, those were red flags I should have paid attention to.
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When Josh proposed, I didn’t think twice. We were in love, and at that time, both of us were working stable jobs.
We got married in an intimate ceremony, and it was just perfect.
But a few months into our marriage, cracks began to show. Josh’s frugality became more pronounced.
He’d question every purchase, from groceries to basic household items.
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“Do we really need this?” he’d ask, even when the answer was obvious.
It wasn’t long before I found myself managing most of our expenses, which led to tension. So, one evening, I decided to address it.
“Josh,” I said gently, “why am I covering most of the bills lately? We’re supposed to be a team.”
He sighed and apologized.
“I love you, Lauren, and I promise I’ll step up. I just want to make sure we’re being responsible.”
His words reassured me, but looking back, I realize they were just that. Words.
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When I became pregnant, Josh surprised me. He seemed genuinely excited and eager to prepare for the baby’s arrival.
He bought furniture for the nursery, attended prenatal classes with me, and even treated me to a spa day. For a while, I believed this was the real Josh.
After Chloe was born, his enthusiasm continued. He doted on her, buying toys and clothes and making sure we had what we needed.
Back then, I felt super grateful. I thought we’d finally found our groove as a family.
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But as time went on, the old Josh resurfaced. He began complaining about the cost of diapers and formula, grumbling that we were spending too much on Chloe.
When I mentioned we needed a new car seat because Chloe had outgrown hers, he snapped, “Do you know how much those things cost?”
Arguments about money became a regular occurrence. He was struggling at work, but he wouldn’t talk to me about it.
Instead, he bottled everything up, growing distant and irritable.
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Then came the evening that changed everything.
I’d just returned from work when I found a note on the kitchen table.
I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.
Next to it were divorce papers, already signed. Josh had left without saying anything. No explanation. No goodbye.
I was left to pick up the pieces for myself and our two-year-old daughter, Chloe. At the time, I thought I’d never recover.
The early days after Josh left were full of tears.
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I couldn’t understand how someone could walk away from their family, especially their own child. I tried calling him, but his number was disconnected. I even reached out to his friends, but none of them had heard from him.
For a long time, I questioned everything. Was he with someone else? Or was the pressure of being a father too much for him?
But Chloe didn’t leave me much time to dwell on my pain. She needed me, and I had to be strong for her.
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I took on a second job to make ends meet, often skipping meals or wearing the same old clothes so I could provide everything she needed.
As the years passed, Chloe and I built a close bond. I was her everything. Her mom, her dad, her protector, and her biggest cheerleader.
But explaining Josh’s absence was never easy.
When Chloe was younger, I’d tell her, “Daddy had to leave because he was going through things I couldn’t understand.”
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As she got older, I explained more, though I never badmouthed him.
“It wasn’t your fault, and it wasn’t mine,” I told her. “Sometimes adults make choices they regret.”
However, when Chloe turned 12, she started asking harder questions.
“Do you think he regrets it, Mom?” she asked one evening as we sat together on the couch.
“I don’t know, sweetie,” I replied. “But I do know that his choices don’t define you or me.”
“I’m glad I have you,” she said quietly.
“And I’m glad I have you, too,” I said and smiled.
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At that point, I thought we’d moved past the pain Josh had caused. I thought we were finally at peace, unaware that the past would literally come knocking at my door.
It happened on a quiet Saturday afternoon.
Chloe was at a friend’s house, and I was finally catching up on some much-needed cleaning when the doorbell rang.
I expected it to be a package or maybe a neighbor. But when I opened the door, I froze.
It was Josh.
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He looked different.
He was thinner and older, and his once vibrant eyes looked so dull.
“Hi, Lauren,” he said in a trembling voice.
I stared at him in shock. I wanted to slam the door in his face, scream at him for what he’d done, and demand answers.
But instead, I asked, “What are you doing here?”
He exhaled deeply.
“I, uh… Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”
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Against my better judgment, I stepped aside and let him in. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t ignore the possibility that Chloe deserved answers, even if I didn’t want to hear them myself.
Chloe came home about an hour later.
She walked into the living room, spotted Josh, and froze mid-step. Then, her gaze shifted to me as she searched for an explanation.
“Is that… is that Dad?” she asked.
I’d shown Chloe photos of him, and he looked way older than the image of him she had built in her mind.
“Yes,” I nodded. “That’s your father.”
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“Hi, Chloe,” Josh said as he stood up awkwardly.
For a long moment, there was silence. Then Chloe, always so composed, asked the most important question.
“Why are you here?”
Josh’s shoulders slumped, and he lowered himself into a chair.
“Because I made a mistake, Chloe,” he whispered. “I left when I shouldn’t have. And now I’m here to make things right.”
“And how do I know you won’t leave again?” Chloe asked.
Josh looked like he’d seen a ghost. He started coughing before he could answer.
“You don’t,” he finally replied. “But I’ll spend every moment I have proving to you that I won’t.”
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I knew I couldn’t trust Josh, but I decided to give him a chance for my daughter’s sake.
“You can stay for dinner,” I said finally. “But this doesn’t mean anything. We’re taking this one step at a time.”
Josh nodded gratefully, clearing his throat. “Thank you, Lauren. I, uh, I promise, I just want to reconnect with Chloe.”
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That night, I lay awake, grappling with the decision to let him back into our lives. I told myself I was doing it for Chloe, but a part of me knew I needed answers, too.
Who was this man now, and why had he really come back? He looked so different. So weak. So fragile.
A few weeks after his return, things were still tense. He visited daily and bonded with Chloe while helping her with homework. They even cooked dinner together sometimes.
I noticed she was beginning to warm up to him, though her guard was still up.
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One evening, after they had finished a school project, Chloe turned to me with a question. “Mom, do you think Dad will disappear again?”
Honestly, I didn’t have an answer.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. But I promise, no matter what happens, I’ll be here.”
That’s when my gaze landed on Josh who’d overheard the conversation. He looked devastated but didn’t say anything.
Later that night, I confronted him before he left.
“What are you really doing here, Josh?” I asked. “Why now, after all this time?”
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His face clouded with guilt, but he deflected.
“I just… I saw her picture in the paper when she won the Academic Excellence Award. It hit me how much I’ve missed, Lauren.”
“I don’t believe it. You’re not telling me everything,” I pressed. “There’s more, isn’t there?”
Josh didn’t answer, but his health was already raising more questions than he could dodge.
I’d noticed him cough several times ever since he’d returned to our lives, and it hadn’t gotten any better. He also had this fatigue that didn’t seem to improve.
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Whenever I asked him about it, he just said he was “exhausted from traveling,” but I wasn’t convinced.
And then came the evening his secret came to light.
Josh was helping Chloe with her homework in the living room when I heard a loud thud. I rushed in to find him collapsed on the floor.
“What happened to him, Mom?” Chloe asked, crying.
“Josh?” I shouted, trying to shake him awake. “Josh? What happened?”
He didn’t respond and was trying hard to catch his breath. I knew we needed help, so I immediately called an ambulance and rushed him to the hospital.
I didn’t even have time to process what was happening before a doctor approached me.
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“We’ve stabilized him,” he said. “But he needs to stay overnight for observation.”
My knees wobbled as I nodded.
I was led into the room where Josh lay, pale and fragile, hooked up to machines that beeped softly in the background.
When he saw me, he weakly motioned for me to come closer.
“I have to tell you something,” he whispered.
“What is it, Josh?” I asked as I sat beside him. I gripped the chair so tightly my knuckles turned white.
“I have cancer, Lauren. Late-stage. The doctors say I don’t have much time.”
I was unable to comprehend his words.
“Cancer?” I repeated. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
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“I didn’t want you and Chloe to think I came back because I needed something,” he said. “I didn’t want to burden you more than I already have.”
“You… you left us, Josh,” I managed to speak, staring into his eyes. “You left me to raise Chloe alone, and now you’re back because you’re dying? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through?”
He winced at my words but didn’t look away.
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“I know I hurt you, Lauren,” he whispered. “But back then, I thought leaving was the right thing to do. I felt like a failure. As a husband. As a father… I couldn’t provide for you the way you deserved. My anxiety convinced me that you were better off without me. After all, our arguments never seemed to end.”
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“Better off?” I snapped as tears streamed down my cheeks. “Chloe grew up wondering why her dad didn’t want her. She deserved so much better than this, Josh! We could’ve worked everything out. We could’ve found a solution.”
“I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I wanted to come back so many times, but I was ashamed. Every time I thought about returning, I’d convince myself it was too late. And then… this illness forced me to confront the truth. I couldn’t leave this world without making things right with Chloe.”
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I didn’t know what to say after that. We stayed silent for a few minutes as I processed my feelings. I wanted to scream at him, but I also felt like crying for him.
“What am I supposed to tell Chloe now?” I finally asked. “How am I supposed to help her through this?”
“Tell her I came back because I love her,” he cried. “Tell her I want to be here for her, for however much time I have left.”
That evening, I sat down with Chloe and gently explained what was happening.
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“So, he’s going to leave us again?” she asked, looking at me with wide eyes.
“No, honey. Not like before,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “This time, he’s here to stay for as long as he can.”
Chloe was hurt, confused, and angry all at once.
“Why did he have to wait until now? Why couldn’t he come back when I was little?”
“I don’t know, sweetie. But I think… I think he was scared. People don’t always make the right choices, even when they mean well.”
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My little girl was angry, but she didn’t let it control her decision. She understood her father was in a difficult position, so she agreed to forgive him.
She told me she wanted to spend what time they had left together.
In the weeks following his diagnosis, Josh made every effort to bond with Chloe. He played board games with her, cheered her on at her soccer matches, and even helped her bake cookies for a school fundraiser.
One Saturday afternoon, Chloe found Josh writing at the dining table.
“What are you doing, Dad?” she asked curiously.
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“I’m writing letters for you,” he smiled. “For all the big moments in your life. Your graduation, your wedding, or just a day when you need a reminder of how much I love you.”
“But you don’t need to leave me notes,” Chloe said as she sat beside him. “I just want you to stay.”
Those words broke my heart.
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Unfortunately, Josh passed away a few months later.
He was happy knowing he was surrounded by the two most important people in his life during the last moments of his life.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” he’d said a few minutes before he left us.
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After his death, Chloe clung to the letters he left behind, often reading them aloud.
One evening, she turned to me and said, “I know he wasn’t perfect, but he loved me in the end. That’s what I’ll hold on to.”
I smiled through my tears and pulled her into a hug.
I felt incredibly proud of the compassion and resilience Chloe had inherited. Moreover, I was amazed at how she’d forgiven her father and only wanted to remember how kind and caring he was.
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As for me, I’ve also forgiven my ex-husband, and it has given me the peace to move forward in my life. I’m grateful fate gave me a chance to answer the questions that had been worrying me for ten years.
I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I’m relieved knowing my past will never haunt me again.
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‘Hey, You’re Fired, Old Man,’ Manager Informs Janitor, Not Knowing He’ll Be Her Boss the Next Day – Story of the Day
A hardworking woman turns into an aggressive and impatient boss after her most recent promotion at a store. She gets away with it until she insults and fires an old janitor.
Nia had recently been promoted to general manager of a major fashion retail outlet. Just a week into her new role, she was already implementing major changes, guided by a binder of ideas she had accumulated over the years.
One morning, Nia addressed her staff.
“Alright, guys. Is everyone clear on the new protocols we’re going to follow?” she asked.
The team responded with nods and gentle affirmations.
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“I don’t want anyone deviating from my guidelines, so here’s what we are going to do,” she continued. “Anybody who fails to follow the new rules — whether it is about uniform, customer greetings, display arrangements, punctuality — will lose their incentive for that month,” Nia declared, her face beaming with pride.
The staff exchanged worried glances. Nia’s drastic measures made them fear for their livelihoods, as even minor mistakes could cost them dearly.
But despite her recent changes, the team respected Nia. They knew her journey from an intern to the top position and admired her dedication to the fashion industry.
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However, with time, Nia’s approach became increasingly problematic. She set unrealistic goals and responded harshly to small errors. Her decisions, like extending shifts and imposing strict rules, were met with silent frustration from the staff. Their only respite, weekends, was now occupied with work. But that wasn’t all.
Nia’s strategies, like reducing loading costs by involving sales staff and limiting employee breaks, pushed the team to their limits. She even banned sitting during shifts and restricted sick leaves, all in the name of creating a good impression for customers.
“We’ll have to show them we are never tired of serving them. And always serve them with a smile. Am I clear?” Nia instructed sternly. She was overly pleased with the way she was conducting things.
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Raised by a single mother, Nia had faced numerous rejections before landing an internship at the fashion outlet. Her dedication to her job and hard work quickly led to her promotion.
From her office, she looked out at the street where she once sought opportunities, determined never to return to those hard days. Under her leadership, the store buzzed with activity, though the staff struggled with the overwhelming workload and strict deadlines she set. Nia was happy until… the work really started taking its toll on the employees.
Over time, her strict management led to a drastic drop in sales, contradicting her ambitious plans. Furious, she confronted her exhausted staff. “Our ratings are dipping. We’ll be ruined at this rate,” she yelled. “Extend your shifts, cut down on breaks… do whatever it takes! We have to boost sales!”
Nia couldn’t understand the sudden decline and increased the workload even more. One day, after a tense client meeting, she found Maya, a saleswoman, asleep on the counter.
“How dare you sleep during work??” Nia yelled.
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Maya, startled and panicked, apologized, but Nia was unforgiving. “Meet me in my office,” she demanded. Gathering the staff, Nia, already upset about the sales, decided to demonstrate her authority.
She fired Maya on the spot, tossing her paycheck at her. The team was shocked but remained silent. They knew Maya was exhausted from overworking, but who would dare to go against Nia? They wanted to keep their jobs.
But as Maya was leaving, Victor, a 68-year-old janitor, spoke up. “Nia, child, I’ve got something to say,” he said calmly, despite Nia’s obvious irritation.
“We’re all happy to help with your vision, Nia,” Victor began, trying to reason with her. “But maybe we could let go of the small mistakes…”
Nia, angered by his audacity to speak up, cut him off. “That’s enough, Victor! Do you think I haven’t noticed your tardiness and long lunch breaks?” she retorted. “And let’s not forget how you arrive late daily!”
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“Nia, there’s a reason why I’ve been coming later than the others…”
Nia couldn’t believe that the older man had interrupted her again. Looking at the other employees stare at her, anticipating her reaction, she decided to put her foot down and set an example once and for all.
“I don’t care about the reason! Let this be an example, folks,” Nia said. “Anyone who makes excuses on my watch will be fired. Hey, you’re fired, old man! Now you can accompany Maya and get lost!”
Maya and Victor left quietly while the rest of the staff watched in dismay, tears in their eyes. Nia’s ruthlessness had reached a new level, leaving everyone in shock.
Though it was the end of Victor’s job at the store, an unexpected turn of events awaited him the next day.
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Mr. Gordon, the owner of the multi-million-dollar store chain,unexpectedly visited his store to address the sudden revenue decline.
“Good morning, everyone! How are things going?” Mr. Gordon asked all the employees.
“It could’ve been much better,” a worker replied, with others nodding.
“What’s up? Aren’t you guys excited for the Christmas holidays?” Mr. Gordon inquired.
“Some of us wanted an extended Christmas break, but Miss Ferguson only allowed two days off,” another employee explained.
Mr. Gordon partially understood what was happening and called Nia to his office.
“Miss Ferguson, our revenue has dropped drastically. What happened? Do you need help?” he asked while they sat across from each other.
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Nia blamed the staff, claiming they were lazy and needed close monitoring.
“I see…We had the same ‘lazy’ staff with us the last month, didn’t we? But everything was much better. We didn’t hire anyone recently, so I don’t understand why they are suddenly acting lazy.”
Mr. Gordon gave Nia a month to improve the situation. As he was leaving, he asked about Victor, the custodian.
“Where’s Victor? I didn’t see him today,” he said.
“He was fired for being late and too old to work,” Nia hesitantly revealed.
Mr. Gordon was shocked. “WHAT? Do you know you fired the co-owner of this store?”
Nia was stunned. “The co-owner? But he’s just a janitor!”
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Mr. Gordon shared a story from his childhood. “I still don’t remember what happened that day…but my father told me I ran after an ice cream van and almost got hit by a car. Victor had seen me while emptying the trash and rushed to my rescue. He pushed me away and saved my life, but he ended up in intensive care after being hit by the car.
“My father, the original owner of this store, offered him a share in the business. Do you know what Victor said when my dad wanted to reward him? ‘I just did what any normal human was supposed to do.’ Victor accepted the offer to become a co-owner because my father kept persuading him, but on one condition. That he would work as a janitor.”
He continued, “Victor lost his wife and child during childbirth and considered the staff here his family.”
Mr. Gordon then dropped a bombshell. “You must apologize to Victor. He’s taking over this unit tomorrow. I’ll come again, and it’s up to Victor to decide whether or not I should fire you.”
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Panicked and fearing for her job, Nia drove to meet Victor, worried about facing him and the challenges ahead. “How will I boost sales in a month? How will I face Victor? It’s his fault, too. Why did he just walk away without telling me who he was? Now, everything is against me. What will I do?” she fretted.
Nia arrived at Victor’s modest home, surprised by its simplicity despite his co-ownership of a lucrative business. She knocked, and Victor greeted her warmly, inviting her in for apple pie.
“Mr. Gordon told me you’d come. Please, make yourself comfortable,” Victor said, unaffected by her previous actions.
Nia felt awkward in the humble setting. Victor, sensing her unease, began to talk about Mr. Gordon’s father’s business philosophy.
“Unlike others, he valued his staff first. He provided nap rooms, bonuses, corporate events, and weekends off and ensured customers didn’t mistreat them. He treated employees like family,” Victor explained.
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Nia shyly nodded, partially realizing what had gone wrong. “But how does that help with the growth of the business? If employees get such perks, how will they work without distractions? Won’t they take it for granted?” she said.
Victor smiled. “When employees love their work, they provide top-notch service, satisfying customers and growing the business. A smart boss finds ways to make employees devoted. He doesn’t fire them.”
As Victor hungrily devoured his pie, he requested Nia to call Maya back to work. “You may never know how fate works for others, Nia. You joined as an intern, but you became the general manager. You may never know what potential a simple salesgirl like Maya can have. Never underestimate and judge others by their appearance or job!”
Nia grinned, and just as she was about to leave, Victor stopped her. “Don’t worry, Nia. I will not fire you. But we will decide later together with all the employees and Mr. Gordon by a vote, alright?”
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Assured she still had a second chance, Nia returned to the store and gathered all the employees in her office. They were afraid about what more rules she was going to impose on them. But none of them had expected to see what was about to happen next.
“Good day, everyone!” Nia began with a smile. Everyone thought it was unusual because she had never greeted them with a smile since day one of her promotion.
“I would like to tell everyone that Victor, the company’s co-owner, will be heading us from tomorrow!”
The employees were shocked at the revelation. Some of them didn’t have a clue that the custodian of their store was their boss.
“Don’t be shocked, guys! I am young and new to this trade, and I made mistakes. I hope you’ll all forgive me for what happened in the last few days. Maya and Victor will be back tomorrow, and we will work as a team. Is that clear?”
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From the next day onward, Nia followed Victor’s advice and implemented Mr. Gordon’s dad’s principles. She treated her employees respectfully and did not show authority over them. She thought more about them and made sure each and every employee loved their job.
As days passed, Nia’s efforts worked in her favor. The employees started giving their best, and as Nia had wanted, the sales for the next quarter surged with impeccable results.
Mr. Gordon was impressed with Nia’s efforts, and with Victor, he decided not to fire her. Five years later, Nia was promoted to the position of CEO of all the outlets.
As for Victor, he chose to keep working as a janitor because he loved his job.
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