I was late by seven minutes, and swept out the door by the company. The whole company was laughing at me, and even the apprentice I brought up single-handedly stepped on me in the chat group. They thought I was done for. But they didn't know—that agreement they sneered at was the fallback I left for myself; and that recording they thought it was recorded far more than just a quarrel. Seven minutes later, I walked out of the company gates. When I return, I want them to kneel and pay back these sixteen years, stroke by stroke, to me.