Gemotions

The interview had gone swimmingly, she thought. Sunlight streamed through the tall office windows, illuminating dust motes that danced in a way that seemed to celebrate her brilliance. Sarah knew she’d aced it. She could practically taste the corner office, the power, the immense salary.

Then, a text. From Emily. “How’d it go? Fingers crossed!” Sarah tapped out a quick reply, all saccharine sweetness. “Fantastic! So much fun. Hope you did well too!” Her stomach churned.

Waiting for the phone to ring, she paced. Each step was a silent countdown. She imagined Emily, probably already defeated, probably accepting defeat gracefully. The thought felt… satisfying. A low hum vibrated in her chest as she imagined the job, the money, all of it *hers*.