Gemotions

The sales team was crowded around the breakroom table, laughing and swapping stories. Chloe, as usual, was the center of attention. She’d just described a near-death experience on a zip line. Camp Greenwood. It was her time to tell a story.

Her smile was forced. She picked up a sugar packet, tearing it open with unnecessary force. The sugar spilled on the counter. She brushed it away with a sharp movement of her hand.

“Greenwood, you say?” she asked, her voice carefully modulated. “How… interesting. I went there in the same year.” Her words were laced with steel.