Gemotions

“And the new Regional Sales Director is… Michael!” The words hung in the air, echoing in her ears. For weeks, Amelia had been certain. Her numbers were consistently higher. Her proposals, more creative. But Michael – Michael, who’d been with the company for a year less – was chosen.

Her breath hitched. She looked at her hands, surprised to see them clenching into fists. The celebratory cheers around her felt like a cruel joke.

Later, walking home, the setting sun seemed to mock her. Everything felt heavier, as if invisible weights were pressing down on her shoulders. She wanted to scream.