“I’m past crying.”She followed your gaze. “What now?”You turned the laptop toward her. On screen was the draft email to HR. Subject line: Immediate Investigation – Employee Misconduct – Confidential.Two attachments. Timestamped. Undeniable.“Now,” you said, “I let them walk into the wedding thinking they won.”Because the cruelest part isn’t firing them. It’s letting Ethan stand in that suit on Saturday, believing you still worship him, while the clock on his career and his apartment is already ticking down to zero.And Lena? She’ll realize it the moment HR calls her in. You didn’t destroy them in anger. You let them destroy themselves on camera, then pulled the ground out from under them when they were smiling.Precision.
My best friend of twenty years looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry, I’m just too busy to be your bridesmaid.”
