I Destroyed Her Stolen Career

Six months ago, I was digging through an academic database when I stumbled across a paper in a tier-one journal.

The paper utilized the exact dataset I had spent three grueling months compiling. The predictive model at its core was the one I had built with my own two hands.

Yet, under the title, the lead author listed was Elise Whitmore, my senior mentor in the lab. The second author was her boyfriend.

My name was nowhere to be found.

If I rewind the tape to the day the project wrapped, I remember Elise offering—insisting, really—to handle the submission process for me.