Gemotions

The boardroom felt suffocating. They’d both presented their proposals for the new advertising campaign. Now, the CEO was praising *his* version, a near carbon copy of hers. Emily's cheeks burned. Her carefully crafted presentation, her late nights, her ingenious concept, were all being attributed to *him*.

The knot in her stomach tightened with each positive comment. She wanted to yell, to expose the plagiarism, to shatter the charade. But she kept her composure, forcing a smile. Her fingers tapped against the table, a frantic rhythm.

Later, she sent an email to the client, an email with a few minor edits. The edits changed the tone of the entire campaign.