Gemotions

The coffee tasted like cardboard this morning. Amelia clicked through her emails, the promotion announcement flashing again and again, a digital migraine. Her jaw ached. She'd spent months perfecting her presentation, the one that showcased her groundbreaking work on the Thompson account.

She walked over to the breakroom and poured herself another cup. The silence in the otherwise bustling office was not the type of quiet she enjoyed. She saw David, her competitor, in the doorway. He gave her a polite nod, but his eyes were unreadable. Amelia took a sharp breath, her hands trembling slightly, before returning to her desk.