Gemotions

The rejection email crackled with a smug arrogance, a digital slap in the face. Sarah crumpled the paper, the flimsy material offering no resistance to her frustrated grip. Her jaw tightened, the muscles in her face becoming rigid. Liam, of course. The golden boy. Always. She imagined him now, probably polishing his imaginary trophy in his perfect, minimalist apartment.

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent room. Her breath hitched. The unfairness of it all clawed at her insides. Weeks of preparation, a carefully crafted resume, the sleepless nights spent perfecting her presentation – all for nothing. Liam, with his easy charm and that irritatingly perfect smile, had waltzed in and stolen her opportunity.

The air in her tiny apartment felt thick, suffocating. She paced the length of the room, her steps quick and agitated, each movement fueled by a simmering resentment.