Gemotions

The message came in the middle of a very important meeting with a client. The notification vibrated on my wrist: "Cynthia Lang wants to be your friend." A wave of heat washed over my face. I discreetly glanced at my watch. Cynthia. The Queen Bee who made my high school years miserable.

I forced a smile, feigning attentiveness to the client’s presentation. She had been cruel. The things she had said. The way she made me feel. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shut down my laptop.

But I composed myself. I thought of the client. I thought of my job. I opened the message. "I will add you." I felt a sudden urge to just shut down my laptop. I didn't. I clicked the button and saw her profile.