Gemotions

The rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside her. Grace had been friends with Tom for years, and he had always been successful. He was always talking about his amazing job. A high-flying career in marketing, jet-setting across the globe.

She'd stumbled upon something online. A company listing, a directory of employees. No Tom. Grace had felt a curious mixture of disbelief and then, something like amusement. Now, she was sitting at the diner, waiting for him. When he walked in, she looked him up and down. "So, Tom," she said, her voice even, "tell me about those *marketing campaigns* you've been working on." She smiled, the corners of her mouth twitching. The feeling was quite nice.