Gemotions

The air was thick with the scent of perfume, coming from the new, shiny corner office. She could feel her fingers twitch, itching to grab something and throw it. She sat at her desk, staring at the blank screen, no inspiration, no spark. Her desk felt small, her work insignificant.

She tried to remember the interview, her carefully chosen words, the strategy she had created. The details seemed distant, unimportant now. The promotion was hers. She deserved it.

The door creaked open, and a cheerful voice chirped, "Good morning, everyone!" She bit the inside of her cheek.