I Was Divorced and Had a Baby, and I Was Targeted by the Boss.

I stopped the new big leader in the corridor. He looked at me for three seconds and said, "What's your name?" I thought I was going to write a check. The next day, the transfer came—I became his liaison. Everyone in the office said I was unlucky. Only I know that the way that man looked at me was not like looking at a subordinate. He seemed to be waiting. By the time I found out on my own initiative: he had already been targeting me.