Gemotions

The vibrant, sunny office felt suddenly oppressive. Everything was too bright, too cheerful, in a way that felt like a personal insult. She had to swallow hard to keep from vomiting. The email, so polite, so professional, was a lie. He’d gotten the job. Richard. The person who had the connections, not the talent. The person who had everything handed to them.

She grabbed her bag, ignoring the calls of her co-workers. She needed to get out. The air in the elevator was stifling, the ride felt unbearably slow. She wanted to scream.