The company was bidding on a fifty-million-dollar government contract. I'd pulled three all-nighters preparing the proposal. Arnold, as the sales representative, was supposed to assist with the presentation.
The day before the pitch, Stacy wandered into my office looking dazed.
The next day at the venue, I opened my work USB drive.
Inside was a proposal that had been mutilated beyond recognition.
Every key figure was wrong. The budget had two extra zeros. And at the end, someone had added:
"Baby thinks this project is like a donut—cute enough to win~"
My mind went blank.
Arnold stood beside me, his face ashen.
"Anita Fox, this is your proposal? Do you have any idea this contract could make or break the company?"
I knew this was Stacy's handiwork. I kept my voice steady. "The USB was switched. It was Stacy."
"Enough!" Arnold's voice exploded through the room. Everyone went silent.
He pointed at me, his finger trembling, and shouted for all to hear: