Gemotions

The spreadsheet glowed in the dim office light. Amelia ran a hand through her hair, tugging at the strands. Her stomach did a peculiar flip. The data, the formatting, the color-coding – all of it matched the presentation she’d been painstakingly crafting for months. Across the table, a man she’d never seen before, leaned back, a smug smirk playing on his lips, mirroring the exact presentation. He took a sip of water, the ice clinking, and the sound grated on Amelia's nerves. “Interesting, isn’t it?” he finally said, his voice smooth. Amelia could only stare.