Gemotions

The unauthorized biography felt like a betrayal. I stared at the cover, my own name plastered across it, my life distorted, twisted, and sold to the public. It was infuriating. I wanted to scream, to lash out, to somehow make this woman, this author named Carol, understand the depth of my outrage.

I decided to strike back in the only way I could: through her audience. I knew Carol was scheduled to appear on a popular morning talk show. I called the show, posing as a concerned fan. I carefully prepared questions about the accuracy of her research, the sources she'd used.

On the day of the show, I sat glued to my television, my heart pounding in my chest. When the moment arrived, I unleashed my carefully crafted questions, the words dripping with honeyed sarcasm. Carol stammered, she deflected, but the damage was done. The seed of doubt was planted.