Gemotions

A sense of deep-seated unease settled in her bones, a cold tremor that began in her toes and worked its way up. The email confirmed what she’d suspected, but it still managed to sting. Her rival, Mark, had been given the promotion.

She saw him later, surrounded by a chorus of admirers. Their praise felt insincere, manufactured. She was tired of faking happiness.

She walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. Her reflection stared back, a mask of forced composure. It was a well-practiced role.