Gemotions

The press release. That's what set her off. "A groundbreaking collaboration," it blared, celebrating a shared discovery that felt anything but celebratory to Eleanor. She'd been in the trenches, wrestling with the code, while they, the other team, were off schmoozing, networking.

She tapped her pen impatiently against her desk, the rhythmic sound a counterpoint to the celebratory buzz in the office. Each sentence of the press release felt like a personal affront. She pictured the smiles, the handshakes, the pats on the back that she, undoubtedly, would have to endure.

Her stomach churned. She pushed back from her desk, the chair scraping audibly against the linoleum. She walked to the window, the city lights below offering little comfort.