Falling for the Illusion
My five years of marriage to Elliot Kline turned out to be a cruel joke.
"For tomorrow's monthly report meeting, I'd like Yvette to present your branding plan," Elliot said, not looking up from his desk.
I put down the files I was organizing, certain I had misheard. "What?"
"Yvette just joined the company. She needs a chance to prove herself. Your plan is perfect for that." He lifted his head, his tone brooking no argument.
"But that's my entry for the Veriania Creative Competition," I protested.
"You win awards every year. What's the harm in letting her have it this time?" He shrugged, adding, "We need to nurture new talent."
I stared at the man with whom I had shared a bed for five years. His face suddenly felt so unfamiliar to me.
"Do you know how many sleepless nights I poured into that plan? And you're giving it to a new intern?"
"Don't be so petty. It's just a plan. My decision is made."
My fists clenched, anger surging through me.