Gemotions

The interview was a disaster. At least, that's what Chloe thought now. She'd given it her best shot, but the thought of Sarah, with her polished resume and effortless charm, getting the job had been a constant, gnawing presence.

She was scrubbing the bathroom floor, the harsh smell of bleach filling the small space. Each swipe of the brush was aggressive, a physical manifestation of her mounting frustration. The ceramic tiles squeaked under the pressure.

She stopped for a moment, head bent, staring at the swirling water. Her stomach churned. Maybe, just maybe, she’d messed up her chance at the start.