Then the double doors opened and the room went dead silent. Our CEO walked in — the one nobody had seen in person for eight months because he’d been in Singapore closing the acquisition. Brooke practically leapt out of her chair, smoothing her blazer, already reaching out to shake his hand. ‘Mr. Chen, so glad you could join, we were just walking through OUR fraud detection framework—’ He didn’t even look at her. He walked straight past Marcus, past the VP of Engineering, past my manager, and stopped directly in front of my chair in the back corner. ‘Dr. Nguyen. I flew fourteen hours for this meeting. The board wants to hear the fraud model directly from the architect. From you.’ The room made a sound I’ve never heard before — like every person inhaled at the exact same second. Brooke’s smile froze halfway up her face. Marcus dropped his laser pointer. My manager went the color of printer paper. See, what they didn’t know: three months ago I quietly published the algorithm under my full name in a peer-reviewed journal. The CEO read it on the flight home and personally requested the presenter. What they REALLY didn’t know: I wasn’t hired as an intern. I was hired as the incoming Chief AI Officer. Yesterday was supposed to be my first day of transition. Their presentation just showed the entire executive board that Brooke and Marcus had spent eighteen months plagiarizing their new boss. I stood up, buttoned my clearance-rack blazer, and walked slowly to the front of the room. I stopped beside Brooke, picked up the clicker from her shaking hand, and turned to face the projector. Then I clicked to a slide they’d never seen — the org chart Mr. Chen had emailed me that morning. Both their names were highlighted in red. Under ‘pending review.’
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