Gemotions

The interview had gone perfectly, or so she’d thought. Now, the email sat unopened in her inbox, taunting her. Emily’s stomach twisted. She’d known Sarah since kindergarten. This job, a coveted marketing position, was hers. It had to be. Sarah, with her effortless charm and sickening positivity, didn't deserve it.

Emily slammed her laptop shut. The cheap plastic felt inadequate against the simmering fury. She grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee, the grounds sloshing over the rim. The bitter smell, usually comforting, just added to the acid churning in her gut.

She pictured Sarah, probably already celebrating, probably already planning how she'd do everything better than Emily ever could. She squeezed the mug so hard her knuckles turned white. This was a war, and Emily would make sure she won.