Jen picked up her phone. Her thumb hovered over the CEO’s number.
Yet if she stayed silent, the rival company would keep winning. Her own reputation would suffer. And every morning she’d have to sit across from a liar pretending to be her friend.
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. jens dilema
She began typing—not an email to the boss, but a letter to Mark.
“I know about the offer. Meet me tonight. One hour. No lies.” Jen picked up her phone
She closed the laptop and walked to the window. Outside, rain streaked down the glass, blurring the city lights.
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 own reputation would suffer
But then came the second wave: guilt and fear. If she reported him, Mark would lose his career. His wife was pregnant. They had just bought a house. And worse—if the company found out Jen had seen a confidential email, she might be implicated, too.