Gemotions

The email landed with a thud in Amelia's inbox, the subject line a sneering taunt: "Promotion Announcement." Her knuckles whitened as she gripped her mouse. She clicked, and the words swam before her eyes. Not her. David. David, who’d waltzed in two years ago, all charm and effortless success, while she’d bled for this company for a decade.

A tremor ran through her, starting in her jaw and working its way down to her clenched fists. She could feel the pulse in her temples hammering a relentless rhythm.

She wanted to scream, to tear the room apart. Instead, she took a shaky breath and leaned back in her chair. The plastic creaked under her weight. Slowly, she began to draft a resignation letter.