Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia’s inbox, a stark white rectangle against the grey background. She reread the subject line: “Application Update - Marketing Coordinator.” A knot formed in her stomach. She knew she and Chloe had both applied. They'd even discussed the possibility over coffee, laughing about how unlikely it was they’d both get an interview. Now… this.

Amelia clicked the link. The words blurred momentarily. Her fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on her desk. Rejection. The word stared back at her. Her breath hitched.

She stood abruptly, pacing the small apartment. The sunlight seemed too bright. The silence felt heavy.