Gemotions

The email arrived like a poisoned dart. "Congratulations, you are both under consideration for the Head of Marketing position." Sarah’s stomach clenched. A wave of heat flushed her cheeks. She glared at Mark, across the open-plan office, who was whistling a cheerful tune. He probably already saw himself in the corner office, the smug bastard.

She immediately started compiling a list. A list of everything *she'd* done, every extra hour, every successful campaign, every single initiative. She needed ammunition. She needed to be undeniably the best.

The presentation. That was the key. She'd spend the weekend perfecting it, polishing it until it gleamed. Mark wouldn't stand a chance against the sheer brilliance she would unleash. He'd be left eating dust.