A week later, curiosity got the best of me. I visited the company website and clicked on “Our Team.”
I scrolled through the smiling corporate headshots, looking for that familiar smug face.
He wasn’t there. Trevor had vanished from the team page like morning mist. Gone like his empathy.
Like his professional judgment. The man who cracked my screen had cracked under PR pressure. I sat back, feeling a complicated mix of emotions.
There was satisfaction, yes. Justice, definitely. But also a strange sense of wonder at how quickly actions could have consequences.
I powered up my new laptop and opened my thesis file — thankfully recovered from the cloud. “Let’s call it turbulence,” I said to my empty apartment and got back to work. Sometimes life throws you unexpected bumps.
Sometimes you throw them right back.
