Mike
I watched the lies go viral from the quiet corner of my office.
The glossy headline blinked at me from my phone screen. Jennifer’s painted smile, all high cheekbones and glinting malice, stared back at me.
“She and Eloise were once creative partners,” the article claimed. “Eloise left bitter, jealous, and has been trying to sabotage Jennifer’s success ever since.”
Bullshit.
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my face with both hands. The truth wasn’t even in the same galaxy as that headline, but the public didn’t care about truth. They cared about performance. Pageantry.
And Jennifer? She performed like her life depended on it.
I scrolled further. There were comments, thousands of them, many siding with her. “Jealousy is ugly,” one wrote. “Team Jennifer,” another said. And yet,
