The Million-Dollar Scapegoat Quittxt

The day before the long holiday weekend, I put my resignation letter on Victor Henson’s desk. A thousand miles away, there was a resort town I’d been meaning to visit for years. This time, I was actually going.

A week earlier, my coworker Sybilla Gilbert had called me in a panic. She’d changed a setting on one of our precision machines and stopped the production line.

I drove in from home and got the machine running again.

I caught it before we lost the batch. If we’d missed that shipment, a customer worth tens of millions in orders could have walked.