Little Miss Talks-Over-Karen-In-Meetings

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[Intro]Conference Room 3B.Tuesday morning. Ten-fifteen.The coffee in my mug is still warm.Just.The air is that particular kind of still.The quiet hum before the usual storm.[Verse 1]Karen’s at the screen.Her PowerPoint, slide seven of twenty-two.Q3 projections, neat as a pin.She knows her numbers. She always does.Her voice is steady, she’s finding her flow.There’s a small detail she’s about to land, I know it.Her right eyebrow does that little thing...She’s leaning into the point.[Chorus]And then it comes.The lean-in from across the table.The voice, so bright, so helpful."To build on what Karen was saying..."But Karen hadn't finished saying it.A sentence, stolen mid-flight.A collaboration that’s just a theft.[Verse 2]And there it is.Karen’s jaw. A tiny, perfect knot.Her shoulders drop a half-inch.No one moves.We all look at our notepads, at the wood grain on the table.Anywhere but at her.And Little Miss is on her feet now, not really, but her voice is.She’s at the whiteboard, pointing with a ghost hand.Taking Karen’s thought and wearing it like a new coat.The clicker is in her hand now, how did that happen?Slide eight, nine, ten... gone.We just skipped right over the heart of it.[Bridge]And we all let it happen.Every Tuesday.It's the politeness of the cage.The quiet hum of disregard we've all learned to breathe.We trade Karen's good idea for five minutes of peace.We watch a thought die in the roomso we can get to lunch on time.And I look at my coffee, cold now.And I didn’t say a word.[Chorus]The lean-in from across the table.The voice, a weapon wrapped in silk."To build on what Karen was saying..."But Karen hadn't finished saying it.A sentence, stolen mid-flight.A collaboration that’s just a quiet, perfect theft.[Outro]Ten fifty-seven.Meeting's over.Karen is erasing the whiteboard.Wiping away something that was never fully there.Her half-sentence hangs in the airlike a ghost.