Gemotions

"Reunion?" Sarah sneered, tossing the letter onto her overflowing desk. It landed amongst bills and unread emails. She barely even registered it. The thought of revisiting the scene of her teenage traumas, the hallways where she was constantly overlooked, brought a tightness to her chest.

She went back to reviewing the quarterly reports for the firm. But every so often, her pen scratched against the paper with unnecessary force. She tapped her fingers against the cold metal of her desk, an impatient rhythm. The reunion was in three months. She wouldn’t be going, of course. Why would she?

The image of her ex-boyfriend, now probably a CEO, flashed in her mind. She clenched her teeth. She’d show them. All of them.