Gemotions

The corner office, finally. Amelia leaned back in the plush leather chair, the city sprawling beneath her panoramic window. It was hers, every inch of it, earned through late nights and impossible deadlines. A small package arrived, addressed in a familiar, shaky hand. Inside, a letter. *Dearest Amelia, I am writing to apologize…* She scoffed. Years. Years since the departmental power play that had cost her the promotion. She tossed it onto the mahogany desk, a dismissive flick of her wrist. The view was far more interesting.