His Betrayal, Her Rebirth

er on data, on late nights, on understanding people, and I was one step away from th

t for our gray office cubicles. On her first day, during the

know I' m new here, but I have a un

ously. Mr. Thompson, our b

mber things. Future things. For example, our big pitch for the Veridian account next week?

st shrugged, a small, amused smile on his face. The Veridian campaign was my project, the one t

g to keep my voice professional. "But our data models s

n flaw they' ll discover two days after launch

hand dismissively. "Enough of this nonsense. Sarah, stick t

dian account. I felt a surge of victory. We were all set to celebrate,

go there. There' s going to be a

, but her confidence was unnerving. Mark, ever the opportunist, suggeste

scrolling through the news on my phone, a headline made my blood ru

about Veridian. A critical flaw in their new tech product was discovered, forcing a massive, embarrassing recall. Our agency, by

been rig

t. Mr. Thompson started consulting her on every major decision. My

my name unofficially on it for months

red in a company-wide meeting. I felt the floor drop out from under me. I looked at Mark

ign. I couldn' t work in a place where my

at, Sarah," he sa

left for me here, Mark. They

at me with cold eyes, "Mr. Thompson will thin

e with my resignation letter. Before I could spea

isappointed i

Innovations, our biggest rival. They were detailed discussions about me bringing our top clients

these?" I whispered

She had a feeling you were being disloyal. She asked Mark to see if he could find anything. H

. Mark. He had done thi

oice rising. "Chloe is manipul

ved this agency from two disasters. You were jealous, and you got

Instead, he made a public

office, "Sarah Miller is being demoted. She will handle admi

ed at me with contempt. Mark stood beside Chloe, his arm possessively around her

ed my things to a small, windowless desk by the noisy copy ma

es, the blatant disrespect. I fell into a deep, dark place. I sto

son in my veins. In my previous life, this is where my story ended. I stood at the entrance, overwhelmed by a despair so total, so abso

.

snappe

ve me. I was sitting at the long mahogany table. Across

echoing in my ears like a recording. "But I

alendar on the wall. It was the day. The day it all

s a survivor. And I was going to bu