Gemotions

The congratulatory emails poured in, each one a fresh jab. Ryan, the marketing assistant, had secured a huge account, a coup that had earned him a significant raise. Eleanor, his supervisor, had meticulously prepped the proposal, giving Ryan all the tools he needed. She had suggested the strategy that won the deal.

She crumpled the email she had been typing, and deleted it. She took a deep breath, trying to tamp down the bitterness that was rising in her throat. Her face felt hot.

She was going to go on the website and look for open positions.