Emotion
I was VEXED, not inspired to demonstrate resilience. Still, saying that I wrote the brief felt better than composing twelve imaginary arguments later. He corrected himself. No parade, but my name stayed attached to my work.
Body
My shoulders locked when he said the campaign was his team's idea. I kept one palm flat on the table while I opened the original brief. After the call I walked downstairs for water. My head was pounding; apparently I had skipped lunch again.
Mind
The document history did the talking. Next campaign, ownership goes on the opening slide, not buried in a folder everyone mysteriously forgets. I nearly spent my bus ride rewriting the exchange. Abeg, the thrift orders actually need that attention.