Gemotions

The news detonated inside Maria. A cold, hard knot formed in the pit of her stomach. She’d spent the last six months perfecting her presentation, staying late, anticipating every possible question. And for *what*? They gave it to *him*?

She felt her breath catching in her throat, a physical manifestation of her suppressed rage. Her hands trembled as she clicked the email closed, the screen reflecting her own stunned expression. She had planned to celebrate, not to face this.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking ominously. She thought about storming into Mr. Henderson’s office, but immediately dismissed the notion. It wouldn't help. It would be a waste of energy.