Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash. Amelia stirred it furiously, watching Chloe across the table. Chloe, radiant and beaming, was regaling her with details about the new office, the corner desk, the "amazing team." Amelia’s jaw ached from clenching it so tightly. She wanted to scream. She had spent countless nights working on her portfolio, refining her skills, striving for this very position. Chloe, with her effortless grace and connections, had probably skipped to the front of the line. Amelia pushed her untouched coffee away, the bitterness mirroring the taste in her mouth.