Jen picked up her phone. Her thumb hovered over the CEO’s number.
“I know about the offer. Meet me tonight. One hour. No lies.” jens dilema
The cursor blinked. The rain fell.
She began typing—not an email to the boss, but a letter to Mark. Jen picked up her phone
For three years, she had worked alongside Mark at the small marketing firm. They weren’t just coworkers—they were friends. Late-night deadlines shared with takeout coffee, inside jokes whispered during dull meetings, and the unspoken trust that they always had each other’s backs. inside jokes whispered during dull meetings
Then she set it down and opened her laptop again.