Gemotions

The press release – a masterpiece of corporate doublespeak – landed in Chloe’s inbox like a lead weight. "Strategic alignment." "Synergistic opportunities." Bullshit. Her gut twisted. They were going to dismantle everything, gut the soul of the company.

She slammed the laptop shut with a loud, satisfying thud. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw something. She got up, walked over to the window, and stared out at the city skyline, a landscape of concrete and ambition. Her mouth was set in a tight line.

She had always played by the rules. She'd climbed the corporate ladder, carefully, strategically. But she'd had enough. She knew where the bodies were buried, and she wasn't afraid to dig them up. Today she would send a scathing email to the CEO, with every detail she knew.