He chuckled.
“It was overdue.”
There’s no slow-clap ending here.
No dramatic demotion or public apology. Joan’s still at the company, still rehearsing lines, and still walking as if she owns the place. But now, when she walks past me in the hallway, she doesn’t pretend I’m invisible.
She knows my name.
And more importantly, I know my worth.
Was the main character right or wrong?
Let’s discuss it in the Facebook comments.
