Gemotions

The email notification was a siren call of disappointment. Chloe stared at the message, her face a mask of disbelief. She’d meticulously prepared for this, spent hours perfecting her presentation, and now… Liam. Her jaw locked, her lips pressed into a thin, tight line.

She swept her hand across her desk, scattering pens and papers across the floor. The sound of things falling filled the room with a sense of chaotic release. The anger swirled within her.

She grabbed her coat, not caring where she was going, just needing to escape the suffocating feeling of being utterly overlooked.