Her first instinct was rage. She wanted to march into the CEO’s office and expose everything. Mark had betrayed not just the company, but her .
Jen picked up her phone. Her thumb hovered over the CEO’s number. jens dilema
The cursor blinked. The rain fell.
Jen stared at the blinking cursor on her laptop screen. One click. That’s all it would take. One click and she would know the truth. Her first instinct was rage
She began typing—not an email to the boss, but a letter to Mark. rain streaked down the glass
Then she set it down and opened her laptop again.
She closed the laptop and walked to the window. Outside, rain streaked down the glass, blurring the city lights.