They did it in front of everyone. In the art building hallway, sketches pinned on the wall, students whispering, phones half-raised. The senior professor laughed and grabbed the intern’s design. “Is this what they’re calling talent now?” he said, loud enough for the whole corridor. “Cute. But useless.” He tore it clean down the middle. Rip. Rip. Someone snickered. Someone else muttered, “Man, that took weeks.” The intern didn’t fight back. He just stood there, fists shaking. “Say something,” the