Instead, he ignored me and pinned the new director's badge on Shelagh Pruitt.

In that moment, Drew Henson didn't just end my career.

He ended eight years of us.

——

When the warm stream ran down between my legs,

I knew it was over.

The presentation was being broadcast live.

The audience wasn't just company employees. Industry heavyweights were watching.

High-definition cameras were capturing every second of my humiliation.

The footage would circulate online, through every professional circle in the industry.

It wouldn't matter how strong my résumé was or how good my track record.

From now on, people would hear the name Delilah Simmons and picture a woman who wet herself on a stage in front of a thousand people.

The proposal I'd bled over for weeks. The reputation I'd spent years stacking brick by brick.

Wiped out in a single warm trickle.

I gripped the microphone with both hands, forcing myself to stay steady.

When I turned, Drew had already hung the "New Director" badge around Shelagh's neck.

His expression was indifferent. His tone, composed and polished as always.

"Delilah isn't feeling well and needs time to rest and recover."