You walked away from the table where they kept dealing you bad hands.
You didn't flip the table. You didn't cause a scene. You just stood up, pushed in your chair, and walked out. That was the loudest exit.
You played their game for years.
Same table. Same rules. Same losing hand.
They dealt you scraps and you thanked them for the opportunity.
You worked twice as hard for half the recognition.
Raised your hand. Got overlooked.
Hit targets. Got reassigned.
You blamed yourself for a while.
"Maybe I'm not good enough."
Then you looked around the table.
Everyone getting promoted shared one trait.
It wasn't skill.
It wasn't effort.
It was proximity to the dealer.
The game was rigged.
Not against you specifically.
For them specifically.
So you stood up.
No speech. No exit interview.
Just the sound of a chair pushing back.
And a door closing with appropriate force.
You didn't flip the table. You walked away from it. And the silence you left behind was louder than anything you'd ever said in that room.