It wasn't some huge career-defining thing. Just a fix for a client complaint that kept coming back — I'd worked it out, mentioned it to him in passing.
Then we're in the meeting, director's right there, and he lays it out like it was his own bright idea. His initiative. His win. And I just... sat there. Mouth shut. The moment to say "actually that was mine" came and went in about four seconds and I let it pass.
Three months on and I still haven't said a word. The window's obviously closed now — bringing it up this late would just make me look petty and bitter.
So it lives in my head instead, replaying at random. The frustrating part isn't even that he took it. It's that I handed it over by staying quiet, and I do that more often than I'd like to admit.