Gemotions

The email notification chimed, a small, irritating sound. Amelia opened it without curiosity. The subject line read: "Project Overlap – Urgent Meeting." She sighed, a small, weary sound, and the screen flashed with the familiar details. The same target audience, the same marketing strategy, the same ridiculous slogan: "Innovate Today, Conquer Tomorrow."

Her shoulders slumped. She looked around her office, at the scattered papers, the half-eaten sandwich, the general chaos. It mirrored her mental state. The meeting was scheduled for one hour. Fine.

She dragged herself out of her chair, a dull ache settling in her lower back. What was the point, anyway? She knew, without needing to know, that the other person would be equally… unconcerned.