Gemotions

The invitation to brunch arrived in a flurry of floral print and exclamation points. Amelia, her brow furrowed, read it a second time. "Head of Marketing, Global Conglomerate" read the email signature beneath Chloe's bubbly salutation. Amelia slammed her laptop shut. This had been going on for years. Chloe had woven such a web of elaborate tales, painting herself as a corporate titan. Amelia knew, through a series of overheard phone calls and late-night texts, that Chloe actually worked part-time at a juice bar. A knot tightened in Amelia's stomach. She felt a profound sense of…discomfort.