Gemotions

She drummed her fingers on the table, the rhythmic tapping a futile attempt to calm her racing thoughts. The fluorescent lights above hummed, amplifying the unsettling silence in the room. This was her moment. Or was it?

She had seen his proposals. She'd seen the progress reports. There were similarities, but that didn't mean anything.

The door opened, and he entered, his demeanor serene. He was smiling. They both knew. The realization slammed into her like a physical blow. Her carefully crafted world, so full of potential, began to crumble before her eyes.