Gemotions

"Honestly, the catering was atrocious last night, wasn't it?" Marcus announced to his team, settling into his ergonomic chair. He leaned back, his fingers steepled, looking every bit the captain of his ship. His presentation had been flawless, the client was practically eating out of his hand, and now, the champagne would be flowing. He anticipated a promotion; he deserved it. He’d practically carried the project. The lead developer, Sarah, cleared her throat. “Actually, Marcus, there’s something I need to show you.”

A flicker of surprise – a minor inconvenience. Sarah’s expression was serious. She pulled up the company blog. Their recent company launch article was featured prominently, but the author was listed as “Marcus Bellweather.” He stared at the screen, heart hammering. The words were his, the data, his analyses. He looked at Sarah, a single, clear thought forming: this was a mistake. He would correct this.