Gemotions

The color drained from Amelia’s face. She stared at the website, the words blurring before her eyes. The glossy photos and impressive testimonials were a far cry from the reality she'd just witnessed. Her friend, Chloe, had always bragged about her cutting-edge marketing company. But that "company"? It was a tiny, dilapidated office above a laundromat.

Amelia felt a cold sweat prickle her skin. The bravado, the endless stories of high-profile clients… it was all a fabrication. Now, she felt a profound sense of… what? Betrayal? Anger? Disappointment?

She slammed her laptop shut. The sudden movement released a small whimper from her. She needed to be alone, to process this. She grabbed her coat and fled from her apartment, the silence suddenly deafening.