I had admired Daniel for years, so when he invited me to dinner, I eagerly accepted. But at the restaurant, he never showed. Instead, a waiter handed me a note instructing me to meet him in the bathroom. Suspicious but hopeful, I went.
Inside, Daniel stood with two coworkers, one filming as they laughed. “Bet’s over—I did it,” he said, ignoring me. Humiliation burned through me as I realized I was a joke. I left, dignity intact but shattered inside. The next morning, I discovered he had taken his cruelty even further, changing everything I believed about him.
My phone buzzed nonstop as I brushed my teeth. When I checked, my heart sank—Daniel had shared a video of me entering the bathroom with the caption: “Didn’t take much convincing😏.”
As if humiliating me wasn’t enough, he made me look desperate. I called in sick, unable to face anyone. But on the third day, my phone rang—Mr. Reynolds, the company owner.
“Cindy, be in my office within the hour. Or clean out your desk.”
