The day after the cocktail reception, Sophie posted on i********:. No names. But everyone knew exactly who she meant.
Sometimes I wonder why women have to be so hard on each other.
All I ever wanted was to do my job well. Instead I'm being accused of stealing someone else's work.
She'd attached a photo of herself on a hospital drip.
The comments came quickly:
A: [Quit her job but still can't let go of her old office. Embarrassing.]
B: [Poor Sophie. Just got divorced, and now she's being bullied at work.]
I looked at my phone and laughed, cold and quiet.
Lies are like a ladder. The more rungs you add, the higher you climb. And the harder you fall when it gives way.
The public presentation for Arthur's project was set for the following week. Three nights running, I worked until morn
