Gemotions

The sales figures were abysmal. Sarah stared at the spreadsheet, her face burning. The company was on the verge of collapse, and she, as the lead salesperson, was taking the brunt of the blame.

She had spent the last week working day and night to devise a new strategy. She was a hair away from the success.

Then, Bob from the rival department, approached her, a smug look on his face. “Tough day, huh, Sarah?” he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy.

She wanted to scream.

"Reminds me of summer camp. Clearwater!" he added, chuckling.

Sarah felt her hands clench.