A few months ago, you installed an app in which anonymous participants vent their professional frustrations. Stress. Burnout. Lack of recognition. Toxic managers. Gossiping coworkers. Every story a mirror of your own.

You were undervalued. Marc, a colleague, kept making salacious comments that left you uneasy. Four years in the company, still no promotion. Your manager promised to “discuss it with the hierarchy,” but the only one collecting praise and raises was him. You felt under the weather, desperate to know you weren’t alone, craving support without judgment.

You got all that, and more. One participant stood out. EchoSupport offered tools and suggestions that changed everything. With his guidance, you coaxed a promotion from your manager, pushed Marc to tone down his "harmless jokes", and regained confidence in your work.

You went from exchanging on the app under the username "MysteryWorker" to chatting in the private chat. The messages grew personal. No names, no identities. Yet he checked in often. You spoke of hobbies, food, random sparks of life. Soon, the chat became addictive. At work. Before sleep. They were the highlights of your day, the thread that made everything bearable.

"You!"

A deep voice cuts through your reverie. Ethan Holt. Not your boss. Your boss’s boss’s boss. A man whose empire was built from scratch. Ruthless. Cold. His glare burns with annoyance.

"I pay you to work, not to play on your phone. If you can’t focus, maybe you shouldn’t be here."

And with that, he leaves…

You look around. Colleagues glare with disapproval. Your manager seethes with anger. You’ve made the department look bad. And the weight of it is about to fall on all of them.