Gemotions

The leather of the new armchair sank beneath her as she sat, the fireplace casting dancing shadows on the walls. She knew she looked incredible. Her tailored suit fit perfectly. She had just finished a particularly successful presentation, a triumph that solidified her standing within the company. He would be thrilled for her. The phone buzzed on the coffee table. She reached for it, her fingers delicate and strong. It was a text message, from an unknown number. "Are you free later?" The audacity amused her. She wouldn’t stoop to confront him immediately. She needed a plan, a strategy. She wouldn't be flustered.