Stolen Ideas, Swift Justice

I spent three months building the perfect pitch for our biggest client. Late nights.

Weekends. Every detail perfect. My coworker Daniel knew everything—we shared an office.

The day before my presentation, he called in sick. The next morning, I walked into the

conference room. Daniel was already there… presenting MY slides. MY ideas.

Word for word. The CEO loved it. "Daniel, this is exactly what we needed.

Promotion approved." (dramatic pause) What Daniel didn't know: I'd recorded myself practicing

the pitch the night before. Timestamp, my voice, my screen—everything.

I sent it to HR with a simple subject line: "Theft." Two days later, emergency meeting.