Gemotions

"Oops," she muttered, staring at the screen. The carefully crafted, sarcastic critique of her coworker's presentation, meant for her gossipy friend, was now sitting in her coworker's inbox. She felt the blood drain from her face, leaving her chilled. A wave of nausea washed over her.

She hated the coworker, and she hated what she’d done. She ran her hands through her hair, tangling it. The air in the room felt thin. She suddenly wanted to leave, to disappear. She was a coward, hiding behind her phone.

She threw the phone onto the desk. Maybe she could claim a technical issue, a glitch. She knew it wouldn't work. The shame was a bitter taste in her mouth.