Gemotions

The phone vibrated violently in her hand. Emily wanted to scream. "Absolutely not," she spat into the receiver, her voice tight with suppressed fury. Liam's claim that *she* had backed out of the project was a blatant lie. The emails, the meticulous planning, the shared excitement - she had invested so much. Now he was trying to rewrite history, conveniently forgetting his own last-minute cancellation. She paced the small kitchen, the linoleum cold beneath her bare feet, clutching the phone like a weapon. The injustice of it all - his casual dismissal of her efforts, the brazen disregard for the facts - was infuriating.