Gemotions

A tremor ran through Amelia’s hands as she watched him. Across the table, Liam was holding up the exact same marketing plan, her plan. He was smiling, excited, oblivious. She wanted to vanish. The energy of the office, usually a comforting hum, now felt stifling, like the air was thick and hard to breathe.

She'd thought she was so clever, so original. Now, the weight of her deception pressed down on her, stealing the air from her lungs. She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve. She'd told her boss that this was all her own work. She wished she could take it back, erase the weeks of hurried emails and secret meetings.