Gemotions

The empty conference room felt vast and hollow. Clara sat at the long table, the polished surface reflecting her strained expression. She traced the outline of a coffee stain with her finger, the simple act a distraction.

She recalled the faces of her colleagues, each one vying for the same prize. She had never been one for office politics, preferring hard work to empty promises. A sigh escaped her lips.

She looked at her hands. She had worked so hard. But she felt… empty. It was so hard.