Gemotions

The corner office. It was practically hers already, wasn't it? Sarah smoothed down the perfectly tailored lines of her blazer. A wave of warmth, almost a glow, emanated from her chest.

She’d heard the whispers, the office gossip. David, bless his heart, was a decent worker. But he lacked the *vision*. A nervous tremor flickered at the edge of his mouth.

She pictured the corner office, the panoramic view. She'd already started mentally rearranging the furniture. It was all so… inevitable.

The meeting started, and Sarah let her gaze drift toward the window. The rain outside seemed to shimmer with a congratulatory sheen.