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The awards ceremony loomed, a glittering showcase of culinary talent. Daniel clutched the envelope with trembling hands. His “Spicy Mango Salsa” – a concoction he had poured years of experimentation into – was nominated for best new condiment. Only, it was listed under the name of “Maria's Mango Magic,” the creation of a well-known food blogger.

He tugged at his bow tie, the fabric suddenly feeling constricting around his neck. Each flash of the cameras felt like a direct hit. He wanted to bolt. His palms were slick. He thought about leaving, about faking an illness.

He caught Maria's eye across the room. She smiled, a bright, friendly smile that felt like a stab of betrayal. He forced a smile in return, a strained, thin line across his face. He felt like an imposter.