Gemotions

"Well, that's that," she stated, her voice surprisingly steady. She ran a hand through her hair, a slow, deliberate movement. She felt an extraordinary sense of calm. The letter was a formality, something that needed to be addressed. She knew she had done something special.

She walked to the window and looked out at the bustling street. She was part of it, yet separate, carrying her story within her. The rejection was just a bump on the road.

She walked over to her desk and started drafting a follow-up email, a polite, professional response. She felt as though she was operating at her peak.