The Code Was Mine

Youre done here.
Reid Harrington, the new Director, was leaning back in his executive chair, not even bothering to lift his gaze from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I stood in the doorway of his corner office, a freshly printed project report still clutched in my hand.
What does that mean?
The company is restructuring, Owen. He finally looked up, a flick of bored disdain in his eyes. Your position has been eliminated.
Three years.
Id poured three years of my life into this company.
Three core systems. Four hundred and seventy thousand lines of code. Every single character was mine.
That attitude, Miller, its going to follow you wherever you go, he added, a patronizing after-thought.
I didnt say a word.
I turned and walked back to my cube, staring at the screen. The four hundred and seventy thousand lines of code lay dormant in the server.
My index finger rested on the Delete key.
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I didnt press it.
Not because I was afraid. Because it wasnt time yet.
Reids voice echoed in my head: That attitude, Miller, its going to follow you wherever you go.
What attitude?
I worked past ten every night, was on call every weekend, and hadnt taken a single sick day in thirty-six months. What kind of attitude was that?
Owen, HR wants to see you.
Tim, a younger developer, peeked his head around the partition. His eyes darted away, unable to meet mine.
The news had travelled fast.
I stood up and glanced at the few items on my desk. A framed photo of my wife, Sierra. Her smile was sweet, and her baby bump was just starting to show. Five months along.
The mortgage is twelve hundred a month.
I took a deep, shuddering breath and walked toward the Human Resources office.
Come in, Owen. Have a seat.
Diana Cruz, the HR Manager, was in her mid-forties and had been at the company for eight years. Shed seen every firing, every layoff. She slid a document across the table. The cover read: Severance Agreement.
Take a look.
I opened the document.
Severance Pay: $56,000.
I paused. Shouldnt this be N+1? Ive worked for three years. That should be three months salary.
The company has determined your tenure is two years, Diana said, adjusting her glasses. Your first year was classified as a probationary period.
Probationary? I signed a full-time employment contract.
Its written in the fine print as a one-year trial period.
I remembered the conversation clearly. Wally Stone, the CEO, had clapped me on the shoulder: Owen, the contract is just a formality. You work hard, and Ill take care of you.
So we can only count two years, Diana said, offering me a pen. Sign it. Lets keep this professional and clean.
I stared at the number.
$56,000.
Three years. How much profit had I generated for them?
That custom inventory platform alone saved the company two million in labor costs in the first month.
The customer data platform boosted our sales conversion rate by 35%.
The financial settlement system shrunk the payment cycle from 45 days to just seven.
Conservatively, twenty million dollars in value over three years.
They were offering me $56,000.
What about the annual bonus?
Dianas pen hesitated. The annual bonus?
Its almost the end of the year. My bonus for this year.
Owen, youre a terminated employee. The bonus
The contract states the bonus is based on performance. You know what my performance was this year.
The smile on Dianas face stiffened. That depends on the companys overall profitability
I got eighty thousand last year, I cut her off. This year I took on more projects, and the profits were higher.
The circumstances this year are different.
How are they different?
Diana didnt answer.
I got it.
Since Reid Harrington arrived, hed attached his name to all my projects. To Wally Stone, he was the hero who led the team to a major revenue breakthrough.
And I was the employee with the attitude problem.
We will issue a proportionate bonus, Diana said. Likely around twenty thousand.
Eighty thousand slashed to twenty thousand.
Diana. I placed the pen down. I need more time to think.
Owen
I know the company wants me to sign today, I stood up. But I have a right to consider this.
Dianas face darkened. The companys clear instruction is that this must be finalized before the end of the day
The workday still has four hours left.
I walked out of the HR office.
Behind me, Dianas voice chased me down the hall: Owen, you need to think this through! Making a scene wont help anyone!
I didnt turn back.
Back at my desk, I opened my computer and looked at the code.
Three years.
I could remember when and why I wrote every single line.
In the winter of 2021, my first month on the job, I worked twenty straight days to push out the first version of the inventory system. Wally Stone patted my shoulder and said, Owen, do good work, and the company will reward you.
In 2022, during the Christmas holidays, everyone else went home. I guarded the server room alone, fixing a system glitch. Sierra brought me Christmas dinner in a container. Wally sent me a $50 gift card and said, Tough break.
The entire year of 2023, I didnt take a single full weekend off. Every module of the customer data platform was built during an all-nighter. I lost fifteen pounds that year. Sierra almost left me.
Now they were telling me: Youre done here.
My phone buzzed.
A message from Sierra: Hey hubby, I made your favorite pot roast tonight. Come home early.
I stared at the screen and suddenly laughed.
Come home early?
Today might be my last time in this office.
Owen.
Reid Harrington had appeared behind me.
Have you signed?
I didnt turn around. Still considering.
Whats there to consider? His tone was laced with impatience. The terms the company offered you are more than generous.
Generous how?
You worked for three years. The company invested in you for three years. Were offering fifty-six thousand and a bonus. What more do you want?
I finally spun my chair around and looked at him.
Reid was 35, three years older than me, and had parachuted in as the Tech Director three months ago. He was supposedly a fraternity brother of Wally Stones brother-in-lawsome convoluted connection that bypassed any merit.
He didn't understand the tech. His favorite thing to do was call a meeting. At least three Technical Review Meetings a week, where wed report our work, and hed nod sagely and say, Hmm, I think we can optimize that solution.
Optimize what? He couldnt read a single line of my code.
Reid, I said. Do you know what the code I wrote is worth?
He paused, then smirked. Your code? Thats company property, Miller. It has nothing to do with you.
I smiled back.
Youre right about that.
I turned back to the screen.
Reid stood there, apparently waiting for me to say something else.
I kept silent.
Ten seconds later, he walked away.
The office was quiet, punctuated only by the click of keys.
I opened the companys code repository and stared at the folders.
Inventory System. Customer Platform. Financial Settlement.
And the in-development Supply Chain system, already 70% complete.
All mine.
Every line of code, my heart and soul.
But Reid was right. It was company property.
I closed the page, picked up my phone, and texted Sierra: Going to be late tonight. Something came up.
She replied instantly: Whats wrong? Is everything okay?
I typed a few words, then deleted them.
Nothing. Just a bit busy.
I put the phone down, leaned back in my chair, and closed my eyes.
Three years.
What did I actually get out of it?
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At two oclock, Diana was back.
Owen, have you decided?
She held the severance agreement, her expression more severe than it had been this morning.
Diana, I have a question for you.
Go ahead.
When I started, Wally promised me a 0.5% equity stake in the company. Does that still stand?
Dianas face flickered. Equity?
Yes. A verbal promise at the time.
Verbal promise She gave a dry, nervous laugh. Owen, you know that a verbal agreement has no legal standing.
And what about the agreement on paper? I countered. I signed a full-time contract, not a probationary one.
Well
Diana, I can file a labor claim.
The air went silent for three seconds.
Dianas composure finally broke. Owen, what exactly are you implying?
Im implying that the companys offer is unfair, and I need to renegotiate.
The company has been more than generous!
Fifty-six thousand, a year of service slashed, and my eighty-thousand-dollar bonus cut to twenty thousand. I ticked them off on my fingers. Is that generous?
You!
Diana. I cut her off. I know youre just an employee, not the decision-maker. Please relay my demands to Reid and Wally Stone.
What are your demands?
First, N+1 severance paythree months salary, $84,000. Second, the annual bonus paid at last years standard, $80,000. Third, Ill drop the equity claim.
Dianas jaw dropped. Are you out of your mind?
Am I out of my mind? I laughed. Diana, do you know what I did here for three years?
I opened my laptop and pulled up the project documentation.
The Inventory Management System, launched January 2022, saved two million in labor. The Customer Data Platform, launched March 2023, boosted conversion by 35%, generating fifteen million in direct revenue. The Financial Settlement System, launched August 2023, shortened the payment cycle by 38 days, improving cash flow by thirty million.
I turned and looked at her. In three years, Ive generated at least twenty million dollars in value for this company. Do you think my request is unreasonable?
Dianas face was flushed red. She was speechless.
Ill wait for their response.
She turned and left.
I knew this negotiation wouldnt be simple.
But I needed the time.
My phone buzzed. It was an unfamiliar number.
Hello?
Mr. Miller, this is from the executive search firm. We spoke last month. Do you have a moment to talk?
I paused, then remembered.
A headhunter had contacted me a month ago, mentioning a CTO role. Id brushed it off then, happy at my current job.
I do.
Our client is moving very quickly on the role we discussed. They wanted to know if youve given it any further thought.
What was the compensation again?
Forty-two hundred a month, three to six months annual bonus, plus stock options.
I was silent for a few seconds.
Forty-two hundred. A 50% raise on my current salary.
Mr. Miller?
Ill consider it. Ill call you back this evening.
Wonderful. Ill look forward to your call.
I hung up, leaned back, and stared at the ceiling.
Maybe this was my out.
But before that, I had one more thing to do.
At three oclock, a message popped up in the corner of my screen.
It was the companys tech team chat.
Reid Harrington: @All. Technical Review Meeting tomorrow at 2 PM. Well be discussing the Supply Chain system progress. Owens section will now be handled by Kevin. Kevin, please prepare to present.
I stared at the message and smiled.
Kevin. The new guy, only six months on the job, who mostly shadowed me.
He was going to take over my project?
He barely understood the database architecture.
Below the message, a few people replied with Got it emojis. No one tagged me. No one asked what happened.
In the office, my colleagues were hunched over their screens. No one looked my way.
I understood.
The news had been disseminated. I was the terminated guy, the one with the attitude problem, the one who was making a scene.
No one wanted to be associated with me.
Owen.
Tim approached my desk, his voice a low whisper.
What is it?
He glanced left and right to ensure no one was listening, then spoke. I need to tell you something. Please dont tell anyone I said this.
Go on.
Reid hes been targeting you for the last three months.
What do you mean?
When he first came in, he told Wally Stone you were insubordinate and resistant to management. Then, in every meeting, he would ask you deliberately difficult questions, and then tell Wally you had technical shortcomings.
I was stunned.
And, Tim continued, he revised your project reports. He deleted your name and replaced it with his own.
When did this happen?
Last month. Wally asked him to present the year-end performance, and Reid took your documents and claimed he was the architect of the success.
I took a deep breath.
Three months.
He had been planning this since the day he arrived.
Why didnt you tell me sooner?
Tims eyes shifted. I I only found out today. Reids assistant told me. She cant stand him either.
I said nothing.
Owen, just be careful, Tim whispered. Reids not a nice guy.
I nodded. I know.
Tim left.
I sat at my desk, my mind a storm of thoughts.
Three months ago, when Reid parachuted in, I was the one who went up to him and offered my help with any technical issues.
He had smiled and said, Owen, I look forward to working with you.
What was that smile hiding?
The code repository page was still open on my screen.
I looked at the folders and suddenly remembered something.
When I signed the contract, there was a very ambiguous clause regarding code ownership.
The gist was: Code developed by the employee during employment is the property of the company. However, if the code involves the employees personal intellectual property, a separate agreement is required.
What qualified as personal intellectual property?
The core algorithms I used in those systems? Many of those were concepts I had researched and developed before I even joined the company. I just integrated them into the corporate projects.
Strictly speaking, those algorithms werent developed during employment.
I opened the contract and re-read the clause carefully.
Sure enough, the wording was vague.
If it came down to a legal fight, the company might not win.

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