Gemotions

Sarah slammed her laptop shut with a force that rattled the cheap desk. The fluorescent light in her tiny apartment buzzed, a constant irritant. She’d meticulously crafted a cover letter, poured hours into perfecting her resume. She thought she had a real chance at this marketing assistant role. Then, she'd seen Daniel’s application in the waiting area.

She imagined him charming the interviewer, dazzling them with his easy smile and network of contacts. She’d always been the underdog, the quiet one. A wave of heat washed over her, making her palms sweat.

She sank back against her chair. The room felt suddenly too small, the air thick and stifling. She had to try. But the fight seemed already lost.