Gemotions

The annual office Christmas party. I watched him from across the room, as he charmed everyone. He was describing the presentation that had "secured the account," basking in the praise.

My palms were sweating. He’d taken all the credit, ignoring the hours I'd spent creating the PowerPoint and gathering the data. He was always doing this, weaving a tapestry of lies.

I excused myself and walked toward him. I began to speak to the gathered crowd, and shared my version of the story. Slowly, the smiles started to fade from his audience, and I took satisfaction in the silence.