Gemotions

"So, the CEO of the company… really?" The words dripped with a sweetness that didn't feel at all genuine as Sarah raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Across the table, Chloe beamed, describing her "daily challenges" and "strategic planning." The restaurant, usually a place of comfort, suddenly felt like a pressure cooker.

Sarah took a slow sip of her iced tea, letting the cold liquid soothe the burning sensation in her throat. She focused on the delicate floral patterns of the china, trying to control her expression. The image of Chloe's expensive watch, which she'd flaunted, now seemed like a taunt.