Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a relentless, irritating drone. Amelia stared at her half-finished presentation, the bullet points blurring before her eyes. The deadline loomed, a monstrous shadow over her desk. A sigh escaped her, a sound of profound discouragement. She slumped back in her chair, the cheap plastic creaking in protest. Her shoulders were hunched, and her energy was gone.

A knock on her cubicle wall startled her. Her boss, Mr. Henderson, stood there, a peculiar expression on his face. “Amelia, could you come to my office? Bring your… presentation.”

When she arrived, she found another woman, a stranger, sitting opposite Mr. Henderson. The stranger held a laptop, open to a slide that… looked incredibly familiar. “Amelia, meet Sarah,” Mr. Henderson said. “It seems you two have been working on the exact same project.” The air thickened.