Quando a mãe privada de sono Genevieve descobre seu carro coberto de ovos, ela acha que é uma brincadeira — até que seu vizinho presunçoso Brad admite que fez isso porque o carro dela estava estragando a vista de sua elaborada exibição de Halloween. Furiosa, mas exausta demais para discutir, Genevieve jura lhe dar uma lição.
Eu estava exausto, do tipo que você mal consegue lembrar se escovou os dentes ou deu comida ao cachorro.
Meus dias se tornaram confusos desde que os gêmeos nasceram.
Bebês gêmeos | Fonte: Pexels
Não me entenda mal, Lily e Lucas eram meus adoráveis queridinhos, mas cuidar de dois recém-nascidos quase sozinha era uma tarefa hercúlea. Eu não dormia uma noite inteira há meses. O Halloween estava chegando e a vizinhança estava agitada de excitação, mas eu não.
Eu mal conseguia reunir energia para decorar, muito menos para acompanhar as festividades suburbanas.
Depois veio o Brad.
Um homem parado do lado de fora de sua casa | Fonte: Midjourney
O homem levava o Halloween tão a sério que você pensaria que sua vida dependia disso. Todo ano, ele transformava sua casa em um carnaval mal-assombrado completo com lápides, dioramas de esqueletos, enormes abóboras, tudo.
E o olhar presunçoso em seu rosto toda vez que alguém o elogiava? Por favor .
Seu espetáculo encantou o quarteirão inteiro. Mas eu? Eu estava muito ocupada tentando manter meus olhos abertos para me importar com a ridícula casa mal-assombrada de Brad.
Decorações de Halloween em um jardim da frente | Fonte: Midjourney
Era uma típica manhã de outubro quando tudo começou a desmoronar.
Eu me arrastei para fora com Lily em um quadril e Lucas aninhado em meu braço. Pisquei com a visão diante de mim. Alguém tinha jogado ovos no meu carro! Pedaços quebrados de casca estavam presos na gosma semi-congelada, que pingava pelo para-brisa como um especial de café da manhã distorcido.
“Você está brincando comigo?”, murmurei, olhando para a bagunça.
Uma mulher chateada | Fonte: Midjourney
Eu tinha estacionado na frente da casa do Brad na noite anterior. Não é como se eu tivesse muita escolha. O carrinho dos gêmeos era impossível de empurrar lá de baixo da rua, então eu estacionei perto da nossa porta.
No começo, pensei que fosse uma brincadeira. Mas quando notei que os respingos de ovos alcançavam a varanda da frente de Brad, minha suspeita se transformou em certeza.
Isso tinha a cara do Brad.
Decorações de Halloween na varanda da frente | Fonte: Midjourney
Brad, com sua grandiosa exibição de Halloween, não tinha direito ao meio-fio, mas isso não importava para ele. O homem era territorial como um lobo durante a temporada de Halloween.
Marchei até a casa dele, mal conseguindo conter a raiva borbulhando dentro de mim. Bati na porta dele, mais forte do que provavelmente precisava, mas não me importei. Eu estava farta de bancar a boazinha.
“O quê?” Brad abriu, parecendo mais presunçoso do que o normal. Ele cruzou os braços sobre o peito, e eu juro, a arrogância simplesmente irradiava dele.
Um homem olhando para um lado | Fonte: Midjourney
A casa dele já estava em pleno modo Halloween. Teias de aranha falsas pendiam das calhas, um esqueleto de plástico acenava para mim da varanda, e havia uma bruxa preguiçosamente em uma das cadeiras Adirondack… toda aquela bagunça exagerada.
Não perdi tempo. “Você viu quem jogou ovos no meu carro?”
Brad nem piscou.
“Eu fiz isso”, ele disse, como se estivesse me dizendo as horas do dia. “Seu carro está bloqueando a visão das minhas decorações.”
Um homem parado na escada da frente | Fonte: Midjourney
Olhei para ele, atordoada. “Você jogou ovos no meu carro porque ele estava estacionado na frente da sua casa? Você nem me pediu para movê-lo, você só o estragou?”
Ele deu de ombros, completamente imperturbável. “Como as pessoas podem apreciar minha exibição se não conseguem vê-la da estrada?”
Pisquei. Por um segundo, pensei que talvez tivesse ouvido errado. “Você está falando sério?”
Ele teve a audácia de dar de ombros.
Um homem presunçoso | Fonte: Midjourney
“Eu sou o Rei do Halloween! Pessoas vêm de todos os lugares para ver essa exibição, Genevieve. Só estou pedindo um pouco de cooperação. Você sempre estaciona aí. É falta de consideração e está estragando a vibe.”
Desconsiderado? Eu estava equilibrando dois bebês, mal conseguindo mantê-los juntos, e esse homem, esse egomaníaco , estava falando comigo sobre inconveniências?
“Bem, sinto muito que minha vida atrapalhe seu cemitério assustador”, eu rebati. “Eu tenho gêmeos, Brad. Gêmeos recém-nascidos.”
Uma mulher furiosa | Fonte: Midjourney
“É, eu sei”, ele disse, encostando-se no batente da porta como se estivéssemos discutindo o clima. “Talvez você devesse estacionar em outro lugar.”
“Eu estaciono lá porque é mais fácil chegar ao meu carro quando estou carregando dois bebês e carregando um carrinho de bebê!”
Brad deu de ombros. “Isso não é problema meu, Genevieve. Escute, você pode estacionar lá de novo depois que o Halloween acabar, ok?”
Um homem parado em frente à sua casa | Fonte: Midjourney
Fiquei ali, sem palavras, minha raiva fervendo. Mas a exaustão é engraçada assim — ela apaga a raiva antes que ela possa queimar intensamente demais.
“Tudo bem”, respondi bruscamente.
Então, em vez de gritar, me virei e voltei para dentro, tremendo com uma mistura de frustração e descrença.
Mas algo me ocorreu mais tarde quando lavei o ovo do meu carro.
Uma mulher parada perto de seu carro | Fonte: Midjourney
Brad não era apenas um vizinho inofensivo e zeloso. Ele era um valentão e eu já estava farta. Se ele queria jogar sujo, tudo bem. Eu estava prestes a jogar de forma mais inteligente.
Uma ideia genial me ocorreu enquanto eu estava sentada no berçário embalando Lily para dormir naquela noite. A fraqueza de Brad era seu orgulho. Ele precisava que sua casa mal-assombrada fosse o assunto da cidade. Eu não tinha energia para confronto, mas vingança? Isso eu poderia lidar.
Esperei um dia e então caminhei casualmente até seu quintal enquanto ele adicionava ainda mais decorações à sua varanda.
Decorações assustadoras de Halloween | Fonte: Pexels
“Ei, Brad”, eu disse, tentando soar alegre. “Eu estava pensando, foi realmente desconsiderado da minha parte bloquear sua exibição. Você sempre se esforçou tanto nisso… você já pensou em dar um upgrade?”
Ele fez uma pausa, desconfiado. “Atualizar?”
“Sim, como algumas coisas de alta tecnologia. Você sabe, máquinas de névoa, projetores fantasmas. Você já tem uma configuração tão boa, mas se você realmente quer impressionar as pessoas, isso levaria isso para o próximo nível.”
Seus olhos brilharam e eu soube que o tinha conquistado.
Um homem animado | Fonte: Midjourney
Brad era previsível. Se houvesse uma chance de ofuscar a vizinhança, ele a aproveitaria.
Eu citei algumas marcas que pesquisei. Eram todas máquinas terríveis com avaliações de uma estrela que eram famosas por quebrar e desenvolver falhas estranhas. Mas ele não precisava saber disso.
“Você acha?”, ele perguntou, já planejando mentalmente sua obra-prima de Halloween.
“Ah, com certeza. Você seria o assunto do bairro.”
E com isso, eu fui embora, satisfeito. Agora, tudo o que eu tinha que fazer era esperar.
Uma mulher determinada | Fonte: Midjourney
A noite de Halloween chegou e a casa de Brad parecia algo saído de um filme de terror. Ele tinha se esforçado ao máximo, como esperado.
Havia uma multidão de crianças e pais reunidos na calçada, maravilhados com a neblina se espalhando pelo gramado. Brad estava no meio de tudo isso, se deleitando com a admiração deles.
Eu assisti da minha varanda com Lily e Lucas amontoados no meu colo, me sentindo um pouco como um vilão em algum drama de baixo orçamento. Eu tinha que admitir que a configuração dele parecia impressionante — até que não pareceu.
Decorações elaboradas de Halloween | Fonte: Midjourney
A máquina de neblina estalou bem na hora e, em vez de produzir aquela névoa atmosférica assustadora, começou a espirrar água como uma mangueira de jardim. A multidão engasgou, as crianças riram e Brad entrou em pânico.
Ele correu até a máquina e mexeu nos botões, tentando fazê-la parar.
Mas não acabou. O projetor fantasma, sua peça central premiada, piscava, ligando e desligando, lançando um ghoul nervoso e cartunesco que parecia mais uma bolha perturbada do que um fantasma. Os pais riram e as crianças estavam rindo abertamente agora.
Uma criança rindo | Fonte: Midjourney
Então veio o golpe final. Um de seus infláveis, um Frankenstein gigante, desabou em câmera lenta, sua cabeça desinflada rolando comicamente pelo quintal.
Alguns adolescentes acharam hilário e, com travessuras de Halloween no ar, pegaram uma caixa de ovos e os lançaram na casa de Brad com precisão alegre.
Brad estava perdendo o controle, correndo para frente e para trás, tentando salvar a pouca dignidade que lhe restava, mas era tarde demais. Sua casa mal-assombrada de horrores havia se transformado em uma casa mal-assombrada de hilaridade, e não havia como voltar atrás.
Um homem ao ar livre à noite | Fonte: Midjourney
Na manhã seguinte, quando eu estava dando comida para Lucas, alguém bateu na porta. Abri e encontrei Brad parecendo… desanimado. Bem parecido com seu Frankenstein. Ele não estava mais como sempre, convencido, e por uma fração de segundo, quase me senti mal.
“Eu, uh, queria me desculpar”, ele murmurou, sem encontrar meus olhos. “Por jogar ovos no seu carro. Eu exagerei.”
Cruzei os braços, demorando um pouco antes de responder. “É, você fez.”
Uma mulher conversando com um homem na porta de sua casa | Fonte: Midjourney
“Eu só… eu não percebi o quão difícil deve ser, sabe, com os gêmeos e tudo.” Ele esfregou a nuca, claramente desconfortável. “Sinto muito.”
Deixei o silêncio pairar por mais um momento, observando-o se contorcer. “Obrigado por se desculpar, Brad. Tenho certeza de que não vai acontecer de novo.”
Ele assentiu rapidamente, ansioso para escapar do constrangimento. “Não, não vai.”
Um homem humilde | Fonte: Midjourney
Quando ele se virou para sair, não pude deixar de acrescentar: “Engraçado como as coisas sempre acabam se equilibrando, não é?”
Ele olhou para trás e, pela primeira vez, Brad não tinha nada a dizer.
Aqui vai outra história: Todo bairro tem aquela pessoa que não resiste a agitar as coisas, e para nós, é Sandra, a rainha das regras e conselhos indesejados. Neste Halloween, ela tentou substituir doces por dinheiro, mas sua grande ideia se desfez de uma forma inesperada. Clique aqui para continuar lendo.
Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
50-Year-Old’s Epic Comeback to Workplace Mockery Will Inspire You!
At 50, I believed my career was over. But when I started working at a fast-paced startup, I soon became the target of a jealous young colleague. What happened next was more than just a struggle for respect; it led to a surprising twist that changed everything.
After losing my husband, I felt lost, like a ship without a direction. Days blended together, and finding a new purpose seemed impossible.
The psychology degree I had put aside years ago suddenly felt like my last hope. So, I decided to pull it out and use it in my 50s.
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When I got an internship at an IT startup, I couldn’t believe it. Technology wasn’t really my thing
But I thought, “Why not? This might be the fresh start I need.”
My new boss, Liam, was 28 years old. He was smart, driven, and focused only on one thing: success. Profits, growth, numbers.
People? Not so much.
In our first meeting, Liam hardly looked at me. I could feel his doubt.
“So, I was thinking,” I started carefully. “It might be good to focus on building stronger connections within the team…”
Liam cut me off. “We’re growing fast. I need results. What do you suggest?”
“Well, it’s about finding balance.”
“You’re just an intern, right? Just listen and repeat,” he said, turning back to his laptop.
That was it. The conversation ended. I left the office feeling defeated.
Maybe I am too old for this.
I needed a fresh viewpoint, so I called my best friend Jake.
Jake had always been my rock, especially after my husband died. There were days I couldn’t even get out of bed, but Jake was always there, helping me through the grief.
We decided to meet at our usual café, a cozy place where time seemed to slow down.
Jake was there when I arrived.
“Hey, Mary. You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” he said, waving me over.
I sat down. “I don’t know, Jake. This new job is tougher than I thought. Liam’s young, and he only cares about numbers and profits.”
“Liam, huh? The young boss you mentioned?”
I sighed. “Yes. He doesn’t care about people. I shared some ideas, but he dismissed them.”
“Sounds like he’s missing the bigger picture,” Jake said. “You’ve been through a lot. You know how to help people connect. Why not use that?”
I looked at him, puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“Remember that emotional support program you wrote as your thesis? Why not offer it as the team-building event? It’s what you know best, and it works.”
I thought for a moment. He was right. The program had helped me regain my strength after my husband passed.
“Maybe you’re onto something,” I said, feeling a bit hopeful. “I’ll pitch the idea to Liam.”
Jake smiled. “That’s the spirit! And remember, if anyone can reach a guy like him, it’s you.”
With renewed confidence, I approached Liam the next day. After explaining the team-building event, I watched his face, hoping for interest.
“Okay, Mary. Let’s give it a try,” Liam said, though his tone was flat.
“Thanks, Liam. I’ll make sure the team benefits.”
Suddenly, I saw Lora standing outside the office, clearly listening to us. She stepped into my way as I tried to leave.
“Team-building, huh? Sounds like a big project,” she said, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite place.
“It should help everyone connect better,” I said, trying to stay positive despite feeling uneasy around her.
“Liam agreed to this? Surprising, since he’s not really into this soft stuff.”
I shrugged. “He’s willing to try, so that’s something.”
She paused and smiled too brightly.
“Hey, since you’ll be busy organizing the activities, why don’t I handle the logistics? I’m good at that kind of thing.”
I hesitated; something felt off. Still, I didn’t want to seem untrusting, especially since I was new.
“That will be helpful,” I said. “Thanks, Lora.”
“No problem! I’ll take care of everything.”
At the time, I had no idea she had her own plans. I was just grateful for the assistance.
The day of the team-building event was supposed to be my chance to shine. But when I got to the venue, there was nothing. No decorations, no people, and no sign of an event.
Something was wrong. As I stood there, staring at the empty room, my phone rang. It was Liam.
“Mary, where are you? Everyone’s here waiting. You said you’d run this thing, and now you’re not even here!”
Panic hit me. “What!? Liam, I’m at the location I arranged. No one’s here.”
“What location?” His voice grew cold. “The whole team’s at the new place Lora said you picked.”
Lora. Of course.
It was a trap, and I had fallen for it. That was her way of making me look bad in front of Liam.
“I’m on my way,” I said before hanging up.
I called Jake. “Jake, I need your help. Fast.”
“What happened?”
“Lora changed the location for the team-building without telling me. I can fix it, but it needs to be at my place, not Lora’s. I need you to bring everyone to my house.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon,” he said immediately.
I hurried home, just in time to set things up.
I arranged tables on the terrace, lit lanterns, and made the garden feel warm and inviting. My nerves were high, but I wasn’t going to let this defeat me.
Jake arrived with the entire team in his van. They stepped out, looking confused but curious about the cozy setting.
The event was going better than I expected. People paired up, laughing and chatting, their usual office facades dropping away. The atmosphere in my garden worked its magic.
Liam, who had always seemed serious, was finally loosening up. He moved around, talking to everyone, even smiling.
I noticed Lora and Liam chatting together. I got a bit closer, curious about what they were saying.
“This place is really nice,” Lora said, looking around.
“Yeah, I have to admit, it’s different from the usual corporate events.”
Lora laughed lightly. “Different is good, right? We often get stuck in our little bubbles at work.”
Liam leaned back in his chair. “You’re right. I didn’t realize how much the team needed this. We focus so much on results, we forget something important.”
I saw them both relaxing. For a moment, I felt a sense of satisfaction.
Maybe this event would help them connect in more ways than one.
I caught Lora watching me from across the garden. Even though the evening went well, I sensed this wasn’t over.
As the night came to an end and people started leaving, I saw Lora with Liam near my wardrobe. Lora looked around and picked up a stack of papers, flipping through them quickly.
“Hey, Mary,” she called out. “What’s this? Something important?”
Liam’s face turned red with anger when he noticed the papers in Lora’s hands. He grabbed them.
“What the hell are these doing here?” he snapped, glaring at me. “I prepared these for a meeting with investors. I left them on my desk, Mary.”
I opened my mouth to explain, but he didn’t let me.
“Don’t act innocent. It’s obvious now. You’re working for the competition, aren’t you? I trusted you!”
“No, Liam, I…” I started, but he waved me off.
“We’ll talk later. Stay out of my way for now.”
With that, he stormed out. I turned to Lora.
She smirked. “I didn’t think those documents were that important. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”
“A lesson? You’ve ruined everything!”
Still, I believed the real Lora, the one I’d seen laughing with Liam earlier, was still in there somewhere. But at that moment, she chose to be her worst self.
I sank into a chair, feeling completely defeated. Jake came over, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Everything happens for a reason, Mary. Don’t give up yet.”
When I got a message from Liam asking to meet the next day at the office, I felt nervous, but I decided to go in with my head held high.
The next afternoon, I walked into the office with a heavy heart. I saw both Liam and Lora there.
“Mary, I… I need to apologize,” Lora began, her voice shaky. “I was the one who moved the location for the team-building event. I wanted to make you look bad, and… I also planted those documents on your desk.”
“Why?” I asked, barely believing her.
Lora sighed, looking down.
“I was jealous. I thought you were stealing Liam’s attention from me, and I let that cloud my judgment. But after the team-building event and hearing what you said… I realized how wrong I was.”
Liam, who had been quiet, stepped forward.
“She’s telling the truth, Mary. Honestly, I’m grateful for what you did.” He looked at me, his tone softer. “That night in your garden, I felt like a normal person again. I started to notice things I hadn’t in years. It was a wake-up call.”
He glanced at Lora and winked, making her blush. I couldn’t help but smile. It seemed the relaxed atmosphere of that evening did more than I hoped.
Liam turned back to me. “Mary, your methods worked. From today, I’d like to make it official. You’ll be the company’s emotional recovery coach.”
I was stunned, then broke into a smile. “Really? Thank you, Liam.”
Liam added, “And we’ve got more to celebrate. The morning meeting with the investors went great. So, I’m inviting the whole team to stay after work tonight for pizza. Let’s make it a tradition!”
I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The weight of uncertainty was gone. I had found my path and could focus on helpingWhen I got an internship at a tech startup, I couldn’t believe my luck. Technology wasn’t really my area of expertise, but I thought, “Why not? This might be the fresh start I need.”
My new boss, Liam, was 28 years old. He was smart, ambitious, and very focused on one thing: success. He cared a lot about profits, growth, and numbers, but not so much about people.
In our first meeting, Liam hardly looked at me. I could sense his doubt.
“So, I was thinking,” I started carefully. “Maybe we should focus on building stronger connections within the team…”
He cut me off, “We’re growing fast. I need results. What are you suggesting?”
“Well, it’s about creating a balance.”
“You’re an intern, right? Just listen and repeat,” he said, already turning back to his laptop.
That was it. The conversation was over. I left feeling deflated.
Maybe I’m too old for this.
I needed a new perspective, so I called my best friend, Jake.
Jake had always helped me, especially when times were tough. After my husband passed away, there were days I couldn’t even get out of bed. But Jake was there, cheering me on when I struggled with my grief.
We decided to meet at our favorite café, a cozy place nearby where time seemed to slow down.
Jake was already there when I arrived.
“Hey, Mary. You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” Jake said, waving me over.
I sat down and sighed. “I don’t know, Jake. This new job… It’s harder than I expected. Liam’s young, and he’s all about numbers and profits.”
“Liam, huh? The boss you mentioned?” Jake asked.
“Yeah. He doesn’t care about people. I shared some ideas, but he just brushed them off.”
“Sounds like he’s missing the bigger picture,” Jake replied. “You’ve been through so much. You know how to bring people together. Why not use that?”
I looked at him, puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“Remember the emotional support program you created for your thesis? Why not offer that as a team-building event? You know it works.”
I thought for a moment. He was right. The program had helped me heal after losing my husband.
“Maybe you’re onto something,” I said, feeling a bit more hopeful. “I’ll pitch the idea to Liam.”
Jake smiled. “Now you’re thinking. And remember, if anyone can reach a guy like him, it’s you.”
With renewed confidence, I approached Liam the next day. After explaining the team-building idea, I watched his face, hoping for some interest.
“Alright, Mary. Let’s give it a shot,” Liam said, though he didn’t sound too excited.
“Thanks, Liam. I’ll make sure the team benefits from it.”
Suddenly, I noticed Lora, who had been standing outside the office, clearly eavesdropping. She stepped in front of me before I could walk by.
“Team-building, huh? Sounds like a big project,” she said, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite place.
“It should be a good way to connect everyone,” I said, trying to stay upbeat despite the uncomfortable tension I felt with her.
“Liam agreed to this? Surprising. He’s not into this soft stuff.”
I shrugged. “He’s willing to try, so that’s something.”
She paused and smiled a bit too brightly.
“Hey, since you’ll be busy organizing, why don’t I handle the logistics? I’m good at that kind of thing.”
Something about her offer made me hesitate. Still, I didn’t want to seem untrusting since I was new.
“That would be helpful,” I said. “Thanks, Lora.”
“No problem! I’ll take care of everything.”
I had no idea she had her own plans. I was just thankful for the help.
The day of the team-building event was my chance to prove myself. But when I arrived at the venue, there was nothing—no decorations, no people, and no sign of an event.
Something was wrong. As I stood there, my phone rang. It was Liam.
“Mary, where are you? Everyone’s here waiting. You said you’d be running this thing, and now you’re not even here!”
Panic hit me. “What!? Liam, I’m at the location I arranged. No one’s here.”
“What location?” His voice was sharp. “The whole team’s at the new place Lora said you picked.”
Lora. Of course.
It was a setup, and I had walked right into it. That was her way of making me look incompetent in front of Liam.
“I’m on my way,” I managed to say before hanging up.
I called Jake. “Jake, I need your help. Fast.”
“What happened?” he asked.
“Lora changed the location for the team-building without telling me. I can make it work, but it needs to be at my place, not Lora’s. I need you to bring everyone to my house.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon,” he said.
I rushed home with just enough time to prepare.
I set up tables on the terrace, lit lanterns, and made the garden inviting. I was nervous, but I wasn’t going to let that ruin everything.
Jake arrived with the entire team packed into his van. The employees spilled out, looking confused but intrigued by the cozy setting.
The event went better than I imagined. People paired up, laughing and chatting, their usual office masks dropping away. The atmosphere in my garden worked its magic.
Liam, who had always been so serious, was finally relaxing. He moved from group to group, engaging in conversations and even smiling.
At one point, I noticed Lora and Liam together. I edged closer, curious about what they were saying.
“This place is really nice,” Lora said, looking around the garden.
“Yeah, it’s different from the usual corporate events,” Liam replied.
Lora laughed. “Different is good, right? Sometimes we all get stuck in our office bubbles.”
Liam leaned back. “You’re right. I didn’t realize how much the team needed this. We’re always pushing for results and overlooking something important.”
I felt a sense of satisfaction watching them let their guards down. Maybe this event would bring them closer in more ways than one.
I caught Lora looking at me from across the garden. Even with the evening going smoothly, I sensed this wasn’t the end of her games.
As the night wound down and people began to leave, I noticed Lora with Liam near my wardrobe. Lora glanced around and reached for a stack of papers, flipping through them quickly.
“Hey, Mary,” she called out. “What’s this? Something important?”
Liam’s face turned red when he saw the papers in her hands. He snatched them away.
“What the hell are these doing here?” he snapped, glaring at me. “I prepared these for a meeting with investors. I left them on my desk, Mary.”
I opened my mouth to explain, but he cut me off.
“Don’t act innocent. It’s clear now. You’re working for the competition, aren’t you? I trusted you!”
“No, Liam, I…” I tried to explain, but he waved me off.
“We’ll talk later. Stay out of my way for now.”
He stormed out, leaving me with Lora.
She smirked. “I didn’t think those papers were that important. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”
“A lesson? You’ve ruined everything!”
Still, I believed there was a better version of Lora, the one I’d seen laughing with Liam earlier, but she chose to be her worst self at that moment.
I sank into a chair, feeling defeated. Jake came over and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Everything happens for a reason, Mary. Don’t give up yet.”
When I received a message from Liam asking me to meet him the next day, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I decided to go in with my head held high.
The next afternoon, I arrived at the office feeling heavy-hearted. When I walked in, I saw both Liam and Lora there.
“Mary, I… I need to apologize,” Lora began, her voice shaky. “I was the one who moved the location for the event. I wanted to make you look bad, and… I also planted those documents on your desk.”
“Why?” I asked, hardly believing her.
Lora sighed and looked down.
“I was jealous. I thought you were stealing Liam’s attention from me, and I let that cloud my judgment. But after the event and hearing you speak, I realized how wrong I was.”
Liam, who had been quiet, stepped forward.
“She’s telling the truth, Mary. And honestly, I’m grateful for what you did.” He looked at me, his tone softer. “That evening in your garden, I didn’t just feel like the boss. I felt like a regular person again. I started noticing things I hadn’t in years. It was a wake-up call.”
He glanced at Lora and winked, making her blush. I couldn’t help but smile, realizing the relaxed atmosphere had done more than I hoped.
Liam turned back to me. “Mary, your methods worked. So, from now on, you’ll be the company’s emotional recovery coach.”
I was stunned for a moment and then broke into a big smile. “Really? Thank you, Liam!”
“And we have more to celebrate. The investor meeting went great. I’m inviting the whole team to stay after work tonight for pizza. Let’s make it a tradition!”
I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The weight of uncertainty was gone. I had found my pathIt looks like you’re interested in a story about navigating workplace dynamics, personal challenges, and the journey of self-discovery. This narrative explores the protagonist, Mary, as she faces challenges in her internship at a tech startup. She encounters a young and ambitious boss, Liam, who prioritizes numbers over people, and a competitive colleague, Lora, who tries to undermine her.
The turning point comes when Mary decides to pitch a team-building event based on her emotional support program, which ultimately transforms the team’s dynamics. Despite obstacles, including Lora’s manipulations, Mary’s efforts lead to a more positive work environment and her own empowerment, as she eventually becomes the company’s emotional recovery coach.
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