It happened sooner than I thought. Robert clinked his glass, drawing the attention of the entire ballroom, and launched into the speech he’d clearly rehearsed countless times. He spoke of ambition, of leadership, of the hurdles we’d overcome. But not once did he mention my name.
I stood motionless, wrapped in a gown that suddenly felt more like a suit of armor, as I listened to him reshape our story in front of our peers, our investors, and the city’s most powerful. He painted himself as the mastermind—every deal, every project, every dollar, all his doing.
No mention of the woman who stayed up past midnight drafting the proposals, who secured financing after rejection after rejection, who turned skeptical boardrooms into believers when all we had was a fragile dream.
