I made my way towards the center of the structure. Noticing the intricate security measures protecting the innermost part of the building - the vault. The vault held my most prized possession.
I reflected on the extensive planning process, and on the consultations with professionals, where we delved into the possibility of a contentious public response. The marketing team was ready for our upcoming launch.
Upon opening the door, the safe appeared to have been emptied. My assistant rushed in and exclaimed, "Have you witnessed the latest News Break?”. After more than five years of development, my brainchild finally made headlines, being presented with only minor tweaks to the original concept.
The individual who functioned as my guide, possessing knowledge of the concept, business strategy, and public relations approach, and who advised me to withhold disclosure to others for fear of idea theft, was now presenting my work as his own.
During the conclusion of his speech, he stated, “My strong attention to detail led me to conclude that thoroughly scrutinizing the specifics of this matter was integral to ensuring a secure implementation of the concept.”
My life's efforts had been stolen from me.
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Elizabeth Cripe
I have lived an incredible life! I've travelled the world, was an English teacher, lived through multiple life threatening illnesses and accidents. I am the CEO of a non-profit, a mom of two amazing kids, a proud linewife and a Jesus lover.
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“The Outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The window, what a lonesome friend, always consistent and stable with a sting of resignation. The window that showed what could be, or perhaps a memory of what used to be. The window, an illusion of an escape; and a mocking statement of her present reality. A reality that even four years ago she couldn’t imagine possible.” I lay my pen next to my journal. I had to be careful, knowing that everything I wrote would be read, re-read and if taken as a threat would be tattooed on my body. The most recent pass-down of the new National Religion.
By Elizabeth Cripeabout a year ago in Fiction
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