She Got the Credit, He Got the Breakdown
I stare at the email on my screen, unable to move my fingers.
Tomorrow is our company's crucial product launch, and I just learn that the patent for the algorithm I spent three years developing is now filed under Matthew Ashford's new assistant, Sophie Bennett.
I storm into Matthew's office to confront him.
Sophie sits on his desk with her legs crossed, looking completely innocent. She claims that she filled out the form by mistake.
"It's just a clerical error. The patent still belongs to the company. What's the big deal?" Matthew stands up from his chair, positioning himself in front of Sophie.
I can't believe what I am hearing. "Matthew, this is my research!"
"Emma, you're thirty-five. Why are you picking a fight with a twenty-three-year-old intern?" He frowns.
Then, he turns to Sophie. "Starting tomorrow, you're the new CTO. Emma needs… some time off."
I'm utterly stunned. A decade of marriage and five years dedicated to building a company together have been shattered by a few casual words from him.
Thirty minutes later, Sophie posts a photo on social media of herself sitting on Matthew's lap. They are both clinking champagne glasses. "So lucky to have the best boss ever. I'll make sure to be his loyal kitten."
Below that, Matthew leaves a comment—three red heart emojis.
I shut my laptop and pick up my phone. "Hello. Is this Mr. David Langley from Novara Group of Sundale Valley? This is Emma Whitmore. I've changed my mind. I'm ready to join you."
I pause. "And by the way, about that unreleased algorithm upgrade, I have the complete technical blueprint. Make me an offer."
Later, I fly to Tallisport with an eight-figure check in hand, while Matthew goes frantic trying to find me.