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The Corporate Retreat

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The hotel pool was empty at 3 AM, the water still and black as a mirror. Elena sat on the edge, her feet dangling in, watching the ripples distort her reflection. The corporate retreat had been going exactly as well as her marriage.

"You're bearing up remarkably well," David had said earlier that evening, his voice dripping with the kind of condescending concern that made her want to scream. They'd been circling each other for months like exhausted boxers, each exchange more cautious than the last. He'd stopped looking at her with desire years ago; now he just looked at her with that same tired disappointment he reserved for underperforming employees.

The CEO's presentation that afternoon had featured a pyramid diagram—no, make that three pyramids—each representing a new restructuring strategy. Elena had watched David nodding earnestly in the front row, his hair immaculate as always, graying at the temples in that distinguished way that had first attracted her. Now she wondered if he'd ever really listened to anything she said, or if he'd just been waiting for his turn to speak.

She'd ordered spinach salad for dinner, something light and sensible, but had picked at it while David explained why he needed to work late with his new associate. The young one with the bright laugh and the evident crush. Elena had smiled tightly and said she understood.

The water felt good on her feet. She thought about just sliding in, letting the chlorinated silence take her. Not to drown—she wasn't suicidal, just tired. But to float, weightless, for just a moment.

Her phone buzzed on the patio chair. David, of course. "Where are you? We need to talk about tomorrow's agenda."

Elena pulled her feet from the water and stood up. The pyramid was waiting, and so was the marriage, and somewhere in the difference between survival and living, she'd stopped knowing how to do either well.

She picked up her phone and typed back: "Coming."

Some battles you fought. Some you bore. And some you just swam through until you reached the other side, or didn't.