🔮 hex no. 006: for the goblin #girlbosses running cubicle coke dens

🔮 hex no. 006: for the goblin girlbosses running cubicle coke dens

🧿 for the “mentors” who move blow & lies between client files

yo.
okay bitch.
i don’t need to scream.
i got contracts, screenshots,
deleted off channel comms
about goddamn securities—
and 56 fucking tabs open.

so here’s what we’re doing—
for every fake-ass bagel offer,
may your Wi-Fi glitch during fucking court.
for every withheld doc,
may your phone screen crack on your lawyer’s number.
for every time you watched me spiral
and called it “miscommunication,”

may your own timeline
start stalking you back.
out loud.
may the elevator fucking stall.
may the portal not load.
may the group chat
say too fucking much.

for every client doc
you copied while calling me crazy,
may your hard drive develop a fucking attitude.

for every bump in the breakroom,
may your toner run dry at the SEC.

for every “you’re paranoid,”
may your name get cc’d on the wrong thread.
may the compliance inbox auto-reply:
✨“we’ve fucking escalated this.”✨

baby,
i don’t hex.
i fucking document.
i don’t curse.
i fucking compile.

but for real?
may your iced coffee taste like guilt.
may your badge demagnetize mid-swipe.
may your assistant print the wrong fucking version.
and may that version say exactly what the fuck you did.

and listen—
i don’t need to lift a fucking finger.
'cause karma saw the footage.
and babe?

✨it’s playing it back in a fucking slideshow✨

you’re not being haunted.
you’re just being held accountable.
you wanted the paper trail deleted?

nah bitch,
i made copies.
now gag on it.
so shit,
this is the consequence
you fucking dumbass.
so may your conscience fucking buffer.
may your little blow fairy wings snap the fuck off
the minute the deposition begins.

✨choke on your timeline, bitch.✨
i didn’t hex you.
you created
your own fucking reckoning.