The day started like any other.
Daniel and I were supposed to be on the same side, building the company together. But as the day went on, something didn't feel right.
I had noticed little things. Changes in the way he spoke to me. The coldness in his eyes. The whispers from the staff when they thought I wasn't listening.
And then, I found it. The evidence.
I had always trusted Daniel. He was more than a colleague; he was a friend.
So, when I discovered his role in the takeover, it felt like the floor had been ripped from under me.
How could he do this?
The betrayal hit harder than I ever expected. Daniel, the person I thought I knew, had been working behind my back. For months, he had been laying the groundwork for a hostile takeover.
All those late nights he claimed to be working on "big ideas" – it was all a cover.
The meetings with competitors, the secret phone calls, the hidden emails – all leading up to this.
I couldn't believe it.
He wasn't just trying to take over the company. He was trying to ruin me.
The knife in my back was deeper than I could have imagined.
I wanted to confront him, but I knew that wasn't the right move. Not yet. I had to play it smart.
But how could I trust anyone again?
Daniel was my closest ally, and now, he was my biggest enemy.
The betrayal was raw. It was personal.
And it wasn't over. Not by a long shot.