Gemotions

The congratulatory handshake from the boss felt clammy and insincere. Maria had spent countless nights at the factory, troubleshooting machinery, streamlining processes. John, on the other hand, had sailed in, schmoozed with the executives, and now he was getting the Plant Manager role.

She forced a smile, but it felt brittle, like thin ice. Her stomach churned. She excused herself from the group, the din of their congratulations a deafening cacophony.

She retreated to the break room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. She gripped the edge of the counter, willing herself to remain composed. Looking at the chipped paint, she wanted to start throwing things. Why? Why wasn't she good enough?