Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent light above cast a sickly glow on Chloe's carefully applied makeup. Three hours. She sighed dramatically. "Well, this is just fantastic," she said, her voice laced with a hint of dramatic flair.

Across the cramped space, Brian looked pale. This was perfect. He’d been trying to steal her thunder in the office for months. She was ahead of schedule, with the biggest project in the company history.

Chloe pulled a compact mirror from her purse and checked her lipstick. Not a smudge. She subtly repositioned herself, ensuring the light caught her best angles. She ran through her carefully curated list of accomplishments in her head. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips. She could wait. She always got what she wanted.