Gemotions

The sleek, clean lines of the rejection email felt offensive to Chloe. She was, in her opinion, a deserving candidate. She’d spent weeks poring over the application requirements, tailoring her answers with precision. It was as if they had read her application and responded with a dismissive "no."

She slammed her laptop shut, the sudden sound making her jump. She felt a surge of… something akin to anger. She thought of her peers, the ones who seemed to have everything handed to them. It wasn't fair. The injustice of the situation made her want to spit.

She pushed herself away from her desk, needing to move, to do something. She needed to release the internal pressure that had been building inside her for too long.