Gemotions

Sarah tapped her foot impatiently, the polished wood floor reflecting the fluorescent lights of the office. Mark, her supposed venture capitalist friend, was late. Again. She’d spent her last paycheck on a new suit, hoping to impress him with her ‘business acumen’ and maybe, just maybe, wrangle some funding. She'd always found his stories of investment banking thrilling.

The truth, revealed by a mutual acquaintance, was a bitter pill: Mark worked as a lowly accountant. The churning in Sarah’s stomach was an unfamiliar mix of anger and disappointment. All those boasts, the supposed connections… nothing. She pushed open the door of the office. She'd spent a lot of time preparing to be what she now knew he was not.