Gemotions

The tiny screen glowed in Amelia’s palm, reflecting the harsh fluorescent light of the break room. She’d been staring at it for an hour, re-reading the text message. It wasn't meant for her. It was a gushy declaration of affection, complete with inside jokes, sent to her boss, Mr. Henderson. Amelia’s stomach clenched. She hadn’t even realized he *had* a romantic life. She chewed on her lip, then felt a sharp pang of bitterness. The image of Mr. Henderson, with his perfect suit and easy smile, getting such a message felt… unfair. She crushed the empty coffee cup in her hand, the paper crinkling loudly in the quiet room.