In the digital age, controlling public opinion was the key to winning any fight.
But I refused to buy into that.
I posted directly on Twitter: If yelling at Helen for failing to do her job counts as workplace bullying, I'll own it. But she fully deserved it. I have all the proof. I'm going to get it right now. Don't chicken out. Fight me fairly.
Randall and Adara had seriously underestimated me. Did they really think an online smear campaign could take me down?
Only people who'd clawed their way out of real hardship knew that empty words hurt nothing.
I would never flinch at their cyberbullying.
As soon as I spoke up, the comments section exploded. Insulting private messages flooded in like a broken dam.
I planned to hit back hard once I got home.
It was autumn. The sun set early.
