Single dad got fired for being late after helping a pregnant woman—she owned the entire company….
The October Rain That Changed Everything The windshield wipers on Jasper Tate’s old Civic slapped the October rain like impatient drumbeats. But no matter how fast they moved, they couldn’t clear the fog of guilt clouding his mind. Eighteen minutes. That’s all he had to clock in at Valmont Industries, or Frank Morrison’s final warning would stick. He could still see Frank’s fat finger hovering over the time clock like a judge’s gavel. One more minute late, Tate. One more minute, and you’re done. Industrial Boulevard gleamed wet and slick,