Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Clara's back as she flipped through the glossy pages. "Clara, a woman of mystery and intrigue," the opening paragraph declared. She nearly choked on her tea. Intrigue? Her life was as exciting as a tax audit! She slammed the book shut, the sound echoing in her quiet apartment. Her hands trembled as she stood, pacing the small space.

She had to get to the bottom of this. Who had given permission for this… *thing* to be written? Who had dared to paint her as a glamorous spy when she spent her days organizing spreadsheets? The idea of someone, a complete stranger, rummaging through her life, fabricating details, twisting truths, filled her with a simmering anger. She grabbed her phone, her fingers fumbling as she started to dial.