Me: This episode is going to be different like having Workplace pressure,Home stress, Public humiliation and Private collapse.This one is suffocating.
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SEASON 3 — EPISODE 5
“PERFORMANCE REVIEW”
Created, Written & Trademarked by:
Antoinette L. Johnson™
Queenflix/Realitydundiditagain/RCCOIN
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Genre: Psychological Thriller / Corporate Horror
Tone: Suffocating. Realistic. Brutal.
Theme: When performance becomes identity.


⚫ COLD OPEN — THE PROMOTION
JASMINE (29).
Marketing executive. Sharp. Ambitious. Overworked.
She’s up for a major promotion.
Her boss says:
“We just need to see more engagement from your department.”
Engagement.
That word again.
Her campaign is clean. Ethical. Honest.
But it’s not “viral.”
Meanwhile—
Her coworker, DEREK, posts outrageous company “behind-the-scenes” content online.
Borderline inappropriate.
But it trends.
Executives love the numbers.



🩸 PUBLIC PRAISE, PRIVATE HUMILIATION
Team meeting.
Boss displays performance metrics on a screen.
Derek’s campaign: 2.4 million impressions.
Jasmine’s: 300k.
Boss laughs lightly.
“Jasmine, maybe loosen up a little. This isn’t church.”
The room chuckles.
Small humiliation.
But it lands.
Hard.
Her face stays composed.
Inside?
Cracking.
Across town—
The entity pulses.
Because shame feeds differently than rage.
It lingers.



👁️ AT HOME
Jasmine goes home to her fiancé, Malik.
He’s stressed too.
Money tight.
Wedding planning expensive.
He scrolls job listings.
She scrolls competitor accounts.
They barely speak.
He finally says:
“If you don’t get that promotion…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence.
He doesn’t need to.



🔥 THE PRESSURE BUILDS
Jasmine posts her first edgy campaign.
More controversial tone.
More aggressive messaging.
It spikes.
Comments pour in.
Half praise. Half outrage.
Her boss emails:
“Now THAT’S what I’m talking about.”
Dopamine hits.
But so does anxiety.
She refreshes constantly.
She can’t sleep.
Her reflection starts lagging in office windows.
Not horror-movie dramatic.
Just slightly off.
Like she’s watching herself perform.



🪓 THE LEAK
One morning—
An anonymous account uploads a clipped video from the team meeting.
The part where her boss mocks her.
Caption:
“Corporate women still have to become jokes to survive.”
It goes viral.
But it’s framed like she agreed with it.
Comments flood in:
“She’s fake.”
“She laughed.”
“She’s part of the problem.”
She didn’t upload it.
But she becomes the face of it.
At work, people stare.
HR calls her in.
Boss says:
“This is a distraction.”
She feels the room shrink.



💀 BREAKDOWN POINT
At home—
Malik is frustrated.
“Why are strangers controlling our life?”
She snaps.
“Because numbers control everything!”
Silence.
The entity flickers in the TV reflection.
Growing.
It doesn’t need her anger.
It feeds on the identity collapse.
Who is she without performance metrics?
Without validation?
Without promotion?



⚫ THE REAL HORROR
That night—
She opens her laptop.
A blank post box.
She could expose everything.
Leak internal emails.
Burn the company down publicly.
It would go viral.
It would trend.
It would feed the entity massively.
Her reflection on the dark screen whispers:
“Be ruthless. That’s what wins.”
Her phone buzzes.
It’s Aria.
(How Aria got her number? Unknown.)
Text reads:
“You are not your metrics.”
Jasmine stares at it.
Breathing heavy.
The shadow behind her flickers violently.
Because she’s hesitating.



🕯 FINAL SCENE — THE CHOICE
Next morning.
Company-wide email.
Jasmine resigns.
Not dramatic.
Not viral.
No public rant.
Just quiet.
Her boss promotes Derek.
Online applause erupts.
But that night—
Derek’s live stream glitches.
His eyes freeze mid-laugh.
Because the entity prefers louder hosts.
Jasmine sits at home.
Phone down.
Wedding budget uncertain.
Future unclear.
But the room feels… still.
Not safe.
But not feeding.
Across the city—
The shadow shifts again.
Because somewhere else—
Someone chose humiliation over silence.
And the monster never sleeps.
CUT TO BLACK.