“I know about the offer. Meet me tonight. One hour. No lies.”
She closed the laptop and walked to the window. Outside, rain streaked down the glass, blurring the city lights.
Jen picked up her phone. Her thumb hovered over the CEO’s number.
For three years, she had worked alongside Mark at the small marketing firm. They weren’t just coworkers—they were friends. Late-night deadlines shared with takeout coffee, inside jokes whispered during dull meetings, and the unspoken trust that they always had each other’s backs.
She began typing—not an email to the boss, but a letter to Mark.
But two days ago, Jen had accidentally opened an email meant for their boss. It was from a rival company, offering Mark a senior position—a role Jen had been promised was hers. The email detailed how Mark had been feeding them campaign strategies for months, including the one Jen had stayed up all night to perfect.
