When a new boss named Mr. Brecker arrived at the company, the staff hoped for the best. But he quickly turned out to be a nightmare—strict, rude, and dismissive, especially towards Kira, the hardworking manager. Instead of backing down, Kira decided to fight back, leading to a bold plan that would change everything.
Kira moved around the office, adjusting chairs and straightening stacks of papers. She wanted everything to be perfect for the arrival of the new boss. As the manager, she felt it was her responsibility to set the right tone.
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The air buzzed with uncertainty—no one in the office knew much about the new boss, only that he was a man. Kira hoped he would be reasonable, fair, and someone they could all work with.
Michael, an employee who Kira often referred to as her protégé, entered the room. He reminded her of herself—hardworking and eager to learn.
“Hey, did you find out anything about the new boss yet?” he asked.
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Kira shook her head. “Nope. I don’t even know his name,” she said.
Michael frowned. “Usually, there is some kind of introduction or announcement.”
“Yeah, it is strange,” Kira agreed. “Makes me a little nervous.”
Michael smiled. “Well, if he’s even half as good a boss as you are, we’ll be in good hands.”
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“Don’t try to flatter me,” Kira said, though she was smiling too. “But I appreciate it.”
“Come on, Kira. You know I’m just being honest,” Michael said before heading out the door.
It was true, and that’s exactly why Kira liked Michael. He was only 22, yet he had a sharp mind and strong work ethic. Despite his age, he managed tasks with skill and confidence, often performing better than employees who had been there much longer.
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When she first joined the company at 47, many doubted her. They thought she was too old to adapt, too set in her ways to lead. But Kira had proven them wrong.
She worked hard, learned quickly, and earned respect. Over time, she built a team where everyone felt welcome and heard. Her office door was always open, just like her attitude. She made time for everyone, whether they were in sales, accounting, or part of the cleaning crew.
As Kira left the future boss’s office, she heard the familiar ding of the elevator. She straightened her posture and walked over, eager to greet him. The doors slid open, and a man, about her age, stepped out.
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“Hello, my name is Kira. I—” she started, stepping forward with a warm smile. But the man cut her off.
“Call me Mr. Brecker,” he said. “I have a policy. Everyone addresses each other formally at work. No first names.”
Kira blinked, a little thrown off. “Oh, well, we have a slightly different policy here. Most of us go by—”
“I don’t care,” he interrupted. “I’m the boss now. Things will be done my way.” He glanced around, then back at Kira. “And while you’re at it, make me a coffee. Black. No sugar.”
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“Actually, I’m not a secretary,” she said, keeping her voice steady. “I’m Kira—the manager.”
Mr. Brecker raised an eyebrow and smirked. “A female manager?” He let out a loud, mocking laugh. “What do you do here? Teach everyone how to paint their nails?” His words echoed through the office, and a few heads turned. “What a world we live in.”
Kira held her ground. “Mr. Brecker, I’m a qualified professional. Since I joined, sales have gone up. Employee morale has improved,” she said.
He shrugged. “You’re a woman. You can’t do half of what a man can,” he said, leaning closer. “In 10 minutes, I’ll explain the new rules,” he added before walking into his office.
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As soon as Mr. Brecker disappeared, the room filled with murmurs. People whispered to each other, their voices low but angry. “Did you hear him? He’s awful!”
“Such a sexist!”
“He thinks he’s better than all of us!”
Kira stood still, her foot tapping the floor as she tried to think.
Michael came over, concern on his face. “Kira, what are you going to do?” he asked.
“For now, we wait and see,” she said.
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Mr. Brecker stepped out of his office, his face stern, and the room fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing, eyes fixed on him, waiting. He cleared his throat before speaking.
“Alright, listen up,” he began, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Starting today, if you’re late, even by a minute, there’s going to be a penalty.” A few employees exchanged uneasy glances, but he kept going. “And lunch breaks? They’re down to 20 minutes. No exceptions. That’s the new policy.”
A few people shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Mr. Brecker continued, “We’re putting tracking software on all the computers. It’s going to monitor how much time you’re actually working. And if I see anyone slacking off—just know, you’re out. No warnings, no second chances.”
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Murmurs spread, but he ignored them. “During work hours, no personal talk. Focus only on your tasks. Vacation requests must be made six months in advance. Phones and messaging apps are banned unless they’re for work purposes. Also, all bonuses are canceled. We need to cut costs.”
The room was silent, filled with shock and disbelief.
“I’m sorry your manager is a woman,” Mr. Brecker said, his voice loud and dismissive, “but I think we’ll change that soon.” He turned and walked back to his office, leaving the rest of the staff in stunned silence.
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It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. People exchanged confused, angry, and nervous looks, but no one spoke up.
Kira sat at her desk, her hands clenched into fists. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. She knew she had to do something. She couldn’t just let this happen. Slowly, she stood up.
Michael, who had been watching her, walked over and whispered, “Where are you going, Kira?”
“I’m going to talk to him,” she said.
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Michael’s eyes widened. “Do you really think he’ll listen?”
“I don’t know, Michael. But I’d be a fool if I didn’t at least try,” she said. She walked over to Mr. Brecker’s office, her footsteps firm and purposeful. She raised her hand and knocked.
“Come in,” Brecker’s cold voice called out. Kira pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind her.
“Do you have any questions about the new rules?”
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“More like objections,” Kira said. “Under these conditions, people will struggle to do their jobs. Productivity will drop, not improve.”
Mr. Brecker leaned back. “My experience says otherwise. I’ve run many companies. I’ve always achieved high results.”
“But people work best when they feel respected and happy,” Kira said. “If they’re scared or stressed, they can’t do their best.”
“People are disposable,” Mr. Brecker replied with a shrug. “If they can’t handle it, I’ll hire new ones. Simple.”
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Kira’s expression hardened. “This company is worth nothing without the people who work here,” she said.
Mr. Brecker slammed his hand on the desk, his face twisting with anger. “I don’t want to hear this nonsense!” he shouted. “I don’t need advice from a manager, especially a woman! Go back to the kitchen you came from and stop getting in the way of men working!”
Kira felt her heart pounding, but she refused to back down. She turned, her hand gripping the door handle. “Fine. But you’ll regret treating people this way,” she said, her voice calm but firm. She opened the door and left, slamming it behind her.
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The next few weeks were a living hell for everyone. Mr. Brecker fired six people without warning. Each day, it felt like someone new was missing. But he didn’t bother to hire replacements.
The workload just grew heavier, falling on the rest of the team. Exhaustion showed on everyone’s faces. Morale sank lower, and the stress was almost unbearable.
One morning, Kira kept glancing at the clock, her anxiety growing. Michael was already 30 minutes late, and he was never late. Finally, she heard the elevator ding, and he stepped out, looking tired and stressed.
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“Where have you been?” Kira asked. “Get to your desk before Mr. Brecker sees you.”
Michael sighed. “My sister—” he started, but before he could finish, Mr. Brecker’s voice cut through the air.
“What was I not supposed to see?” Mr. Brecker said. “An employee strolling in almost forty minutes late?”
Michael turned to face him. “Yes, sir, I’m sorry. My sister was in a car accident. I had to pick her up from the hospital.”
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Kira’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, is she okay?” she asked, genuinely concerned.
Michael nodded. “Yes. She just has a minor concussion. She’ll be fine.”
“I don’t care about your excuses,” Mr. Brecker said flatly.
Kira stepped forward. “But this was an emergency. It’s not like he overslept or something.”
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“I don’t care,” Mr. Brecker repeated, cutting her off. “Michael, I had been thinking of promoting you to manager. But not anymore; now you’re getting a fine.”
Michael’s face flushed with anger. “You can’t be serious! My sister was in an accident, and you think this is fair?”
“Watch your tone, or I’ll fire you,” said Mr. Brecker.
Michael clenched his fists and took a step back. “Don’t worry about it. I quit!” he shouted, walking back into the elevator.
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Mr. Brecker shrugged. “Everyone is replaceable,” he said, turning back to his office.
Kira watched the elevator doors close, her heart heavy. “This is impossible,” one of the employees said quietly. “We can’t keep working like this.”
Kira took a breath, then nodded. “I know what we need to do,” she said. “But I need every one of you to stand with me.”
Twenty minutes later, Kira walked into Mr. Brecker’s office, holding a thick stack of papers. She set them down firmly on his desk.
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Mr. Brecker glanced at them, frowning. “What’s this?” he asked.
“Resignation letters,” Kira said, her tone calm.
Mr. Brecker’s eyes narrowed. “From whom?”
“From every single employee,” Kira replied. “Each person in this office.”
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Mr. Brecker’s face turned red. “Are you kidding me?” he shouted, slamming his fist on the desk. “Where am I supposed to find that many replacements?”
Kira didn’t flinch. “That’s not my problem anymore,” she said, her voice steady. “You were the one who said people are disposable.”
Without another word, she turned and headed for the door. Mr. Brecker jumped up from his chair, following her out. When he stepped into the main office, he saw empty desks and dark screens. Kira was already stepping into the elevator.
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“Wait!” he yelled, running after her, but the doors slid shut, leaving him standing there, fuming.
After that day, Kira decided to start her own business. She wanted to create a place where people felt respected and valued. She reached out to all her former colleagues, offering them jobs, and they were more than happy to join her.
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Together, they built a new company, one where everyone had a voice. Kira made Michael the manager, knowing he had the skills and passion to lead.
A few months later, they read an article in the news. Their old workplace had shut down. It turned out Mr. Brecker couldn’t find enough new staff, and the company failed. It was the end of his career, and he faded away, forgotten.
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When a new boss named Mr. Brecker arrived at the company, the staff hoped for the best. But he quickly turned out to be a nightmare—strict, rude, and dismissive, especially towards Kira, the hardworking manager. Instead of backing down, Kira decided to fight back, leading to a bold plan that would change everything.
Kira moved around the office, adjusting chairs and straightening stacks of papers. She wanted everything to be perfect for the arrival of the new boss. As the manager, she felt it was her responsibility to set the right tone.
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The air buzzed with uncertainty—no one in the office knew much about the new boss, only that he was a man. Kira hoped he would be reasonable, fair, and someone they could all work with.
Michael, an employee who Kira often referred to as her protégé, entered the room. He reminded her of herself—hardworking and eager to learn.
“Hey, did you find out anything about the new boss yet?” he asked.
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Kira shook her head. “Nope. I don’t even know his name,” she said.
Michael frowned. “Usually, there is some kind of introduction or announcement.”
“Yeah, it is strange,” Kira agreed. “Makes me a little nervous.”
Michael smiled. “Well, if he’s even half as good a boss as you are, we’ll be in good hands.”
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“Don’t try to flatter me,” Kira said, though she was smiling too. “But I appreciate it.”
“Come on, Kira. You know I’m just being honest,” Michael said before heading out the door.
It was true, and that’s exactly why Kira liked Michael. He was only 22, yet he had a sharp mind and strong work ethic. Despite his age, he managed tasks with skill and confidence, often performing better than employees who had been there much longer.
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When she first joined the company at 47, many doubted her. They thought she was too old to adapt, too set in her ways to lead. But Kira had proven them wrong.
She worked hard, learned quickly, and earned respect. Over time, she built a team where everyone felt welcome and heard. Her office door was always open, just like her attitude. She made time for everyone, whether they were in sales, accounting, or part of the cleaning crew.
As Kira left the future boss’s office, she heard the familiar ding of the elevator. She straightened her posture and walked over, eager to greet him. The doors slid open, and a man, about her age, stepped out.
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“Hello, my name is Kira. I—” she started, stepping forward with a warm smile. But the man cut her off.
“Call me Mr. Brecker,” he said. “I have a policy. Everyone addresses each other formally at work. No first names.”
Kira blinked, a little thrown off. “Oh, well, we have a slightly different policy here. Most of us go by—”
“I don’t care,” he interrupted. “I’m the boss now. Things will be done my way.” He glanced around, then back at Kira. “And while you’re at it, make me a coffee. Black. No sugar.”
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“Actually, I’m not a secretary,” she said, keeping her voice steady. “I’m Kira—the manager.”
Mr. Brecker raised an eyebrow and smirked. “A female manager?” He let out a loud, mocking laugh. “What do you do here? Teach everyone how to paint their nails?” His words echoed through the office, and a few heads turned. “What a world we live in.”
Kira held her ground. “Mr. Brecker, I’m a qualified professional. Since I joined, sales have gone up. Employee morale has improved,” she said.
He shrugged. “You’re a woman. You can’t do half of what a man can,” he said, leaning closer. “In 10 minutes, I’ll explain the new rules,” he added before walking into his office.
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As soon as Mr. Brecker disappeared, the room filled with murmurs. People whispered to each other, their voices low but angry. “Did you hear him? He’s awful!”
“Such a sexist!”
“He thinks he’s better than all of us!”
Kira stood still, her foot tapping the floor as she tried to think.
Michael came over, concern on his face. “Kira, what are you going to do?” he asked.
“For now, we wait and see,” she said.
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Mr. Brecker stepped out of his office, his face stern, and the room fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing, eyes fixed on him, waiting. He cleared his throat before speaking.
“Alright, listen up,” he began, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Starting today, if you’re late, even by a minute, there’s going to be a penalty.” A few employees exchanged uneasy glances, but he kept going. “And lunch breaks? They’re down to 20 minutes. No exceptions. That’s the new policy.”
A few people shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Mr. Brecker continued, “We’re putting tracking software on all the computers. It’s going to monitor how much time you’re actually working. And if I see anyone slacking off—just know, you’re out. No warnings, no second chances.”
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Murmurs spread, but he ignored them. “During work hours, no personal talk. Focus only on your tasks. Vacation requests must be made six months in advance. Phones and messaging apps are banned unless they’re for work purposes. Also, all bonuses are canceled. We need to cut costs.”
The room was silent, filled with shock and disbelief.
“I’m sorry your manager is a woman,” Mr. Brecker said, his voice loud and dismissive, “but I think we’ll change that soon.” He turned and walked back to his office, leaving the rest of the staff in stunned silence.
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It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. People exchanged confused, angry, and nervous looks, but no one spoke up.
Kira sat at her desk, her hands clenched into fists. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. She knew she had to do something. She couldn’t just let this happen. Slowly, she stood up.
Michael, who had been watching her, walked over and whispered, “Where are you going, Kira?”
“I’m going to talk to him,” she said.
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Michael’s eyes widened. “Do you really think he’ll listen?”
“I don’t know, Michael. But I’d be a fool if I didn’t at least try,” she said. She walked over to Mr. Brecker’s office, her footsteps firm and purposeful. She raised her hand and knocked.
“Come in,” Brecker’s cold voice called out. Kira pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind her.
“Do you have any questions about the new rules?”
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“More like objections,” Kira said. “Under these conditions, people will struggle to do their jobs. Productivity will drop, not improve.”
Mr. Brecker leaned back. “My experience says otherwise. I’ve run many companies. I’ve always achieved high results.”
“But people work best when they feel respected and happy,” Kira said. “If they’re scared or stressed, they can’t do their best.”
“People are disposable,” Mr. Brecker replied with a shrug. “If they can’t handle it, I’ll hire new ones. Simple.”
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Kira’s expression hardened. “This company is worth nothing without the people who work here,” she said.
Mr. Brecker slammed his hand on the desk, his face twisting with anger. “I don’t want to hear this nonsense!” he shouted. “I don’t need advice from a manager, especially a woman! Go back to the kitchen you came from and stop getting in the way of men working!”
Kira felt her heart pounding, but she refused to back down. She turned, her hand gripping the door handle. “Fine. But you’ll regret treating people this way,” she said, her voice calm but firm. She opened the door and left, slamming it behind her.
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The next few weeks were a living hell for everyone. Mr. Brecker fired six people without warning. Each day, it felt like someone new was missing. But he didn’t bother to hire replacements.
The workload just grew heavier, falling on the rest of the team. Exhaustion showed on everyone’s faces. Morale sank lower, and the stress was almost unbearable.
One morning, Kira kept glancing at the clock, her anxiety growing. Michael was already 30 minutes late, and he was never late. Finally, she heard the elevator ding, and he stepped out, looking tired and stressed.
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“Where have you been?” Kira asked. “Get to your desk before Mr. Brecker sees you.”
Michael sighed. “My sister—” he started, but before he could finish, Mr. Brecker’s voice cut through the air.
“What was I not supposed to see?” Mr. Brecker said. “An employee strolling in almost forty minutes late?”
Michael turned to face him. “Yes, sir, I’m sorry. My sister was in a car accident. I had to pick her up from the hospital.”
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Kira’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, is she okay?” she asked, genuinely concerned.
Michael nodded. “Yes. She just has a minor concussion. She’ll be fine.”
“I don’t care about your excuses,” Mr. Brecker said flatly.
Kira stepped forward. “But this was an emergency. It’s not like he overslept or something.”
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“I don’t care,” Mr. Brecker repeated, cutting her off. “Michael, I had been thinking of promoting you to manager. But not anymore; now you’re getting a fine.”
Michael’s face flushed with anger. “You can’t be serious! My sister was in an accident, and you think this is fair?”
“Watch your tone, or I’ll fire you,” said Mr. Brecker.
Michael clenched his fists and took a step back. “Don’t worry about it. I quit!” he shouted, walking back into the elevator.
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Mr. Brecker shrugged. “Everyone is replaceable,” he said, turning back to his office.
Kira watched the elevator doors close, her heart heavy. “This is impossible,” one of the employees said quietly. “We can’t keep working like this.”
Kira took a breath, then nodded. “I know what we need to do,” she said. “But I need every one of you to stand with me.”
Twenty minutes later, Kira walked into Mr. Brecker’s office, holding a thick stack of papers. She set them down firmly on his desk.
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Mr. Brecker glanced at them, frowning. “What’s this?” he asked.
“Resignation letters,” Kira said, her tone calm.
Mr. Brecker’s eyes narrowed. “From whom?”
“From every single employee,” Kira replied. “Each person in this office.”
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Mr. Brecker’s face turned red. “Are you kidding me?” he shouted, slamming his fist on the desk. “Where am I supposed to find that many replacements?”
Kira didn’t flinch. “That’s not my problem anymore,” she said, her voice steady. “You were the one who said people are disposable.”
Without another word, she turned and headed for the door. Mr. Brecker jumped up from his chair, following her out. When he stepped into the main office, he saw empty desks and dark screens. Kira was already stepping into the elevator.
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“Wait!” he yelled, running after her, but the doors slid shut, leaving him standing there, fuming.
After that day, Kira decided to start her own business. She wanted to create a place where people felt respected and valued. She reached out to all her former colleagues, offering them jobs, and they were more than happy to join her.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
Together, they built a new company, one where everyone had a voice. Kira made Michael the manager, knowing he had the skills and passion to lead.
A few months later, they read an article in the news. Their old workplace had shut down. It turned out Mr. Brecker couldn’t find enough new staff, and the company failed. It was the end of his career, and he faded away, forgotten.
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If you enjoyed this story, read this one: After my fiancé betrayed me and kicked me out, I was lost, with nowhere to go. As I sat on the cold steps, surrounded by my belongings, I found a letter from a stranger asking for help. I didn’t know who she was or why she wrote to me, but I had nothing left to lose, so I decided to find out. Read the full story here.
This piece is inspired by stories from the everyday lives of our readers and written by a professional writer. Any resemblance to actual names or locations is purely coincidental. All images are for illustration purposes only. Share your story with us; maybe it will change someone’s life. If you would like to share your story, please send it to info@amomama.com.
