Gemotions

"Magnificent piece, Eleanor!" Her colleague, Mr. Harrison, clapped her on the back at the company holiday party. He had no idea the "magnificent piece" was actually her, and that he had stolen her work. Eleanor flinched at the touch, a wave of nausea washing over her.

She found herself constantly apologizing for things she didn’t do, as though she were a child who had committed some great wrongdoing. Her cheeks were flushed. She poured herself another glass of wine, the warmth of the alcohol did little to calm the tremor in her hands. The party felt like a prison.