Gemotions

The envelope landed on her desk with a dull thud, joining the growing pile of unopened mail. Sarah barely glanced at it, pushing it further away with the sleeve of her sweater. Northwood High. Twenty years. How utterly predictable.

She knew, without even opening it, the kind of people who would be attending. The successful ones, the ones who had "made it," the ones who would spend the evening boasting. The ones she had spent years avoiding.

She took a deep breath. She had an important meeting to prepare for, a deal that could change her life. She was busy.