Gemotions

The spreadsheet blurred before Amelia's eyes. It couldn't be. Row after row, the data mirrored her own painstaking compilation, down to the color-coding for projected market growth. She felt a strange lightness in her chest, a disconnect from her body as she leaned further across the table. Across from her, Daniel gestured animatedly, describing a key finding. He didn't even *know*!

His voice faded into background noise. Her fingers instinctively reached for her hair, twisting a strand around itself. The feeling in her stomach was akin to the freefall of a rollercoaster. How could someone else, a complete stranger, have spent months crafting the exact same report?

She opened her mouth, but only a small, strangled sound escaped. A laugh, maybe? It felt like something other than a laugh. "That... that's incredible," she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.