He Stole My Work. I Buried Him in Receipts.
Chad thought he ate.
I’d been killing myself for weeks putting together this huge client deck—research, visuals, the whole damn thing. Chad? Barely knew what the project was.
Then, during the pitch, this man stands up and starts walking the team through MY work. Like he built it. Slide by slide. Smiling. Acting like he’s the second coming of PowerPoint Jesus.
Manager goes, “Wow, impressive, Chad. You did all this?”
And this fool nods. “Just burned the midnight oil!”
I snapped. Opened my laptop, pulled up the doc history. Timestamps. Drafts. Versions. “Weird… looks like my midnight oil got you pretty far.”
Silence. Actual crickets.
Chad starts sweating. “Wait, I meant… we collaborated?”
LMAO. No, you didn’t.
Manager apologized. I got the credit. Chad got a “talk.”
Next time he thinks about stealing someone’s work, he’ll remember the sound of me dragging him with facts.
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