Gemotions

The click of my heels echoed a staccato rhythm against the polished floors of the office. A grin stretched across my face, a permanent fixture, it seemed. This was a gift! A chance, a golden opportunity.

I'd seen the payroll reports. They were left, innocently, in the printer's output tray. The numbers were clear as day. Little Timmy, the intern, was pulling down a sweet salary. More than me.

My fingers practically itched with anticipation. The conversation with HR was going to be dynamite! I could practically feel the increase in my bank account.

I saw Timmy shuffling towards the break room, his face a mask of youthful innocence. “Morning, Timmy!” I called out, my voice laced with a sweetness that would curdle milk. "Coffee?"