Gemotions

"It's all ruined," Esme whispered, clutching the review like a lifeline. The words – “uninspired," "tiresome," "utterly forgettable” – echoed in her head. She gazed at her reflection in the darkened window of her restaurant. Her face, usually alight with energy, was drawn and pale.

She slumped against the counter, her legs giving way, sitting on the cold floor. The scent of roasted vegetables, normally comforting, now filled her with a sense of futility. She wanted to scream.

The late night staff meeting loomed. She’d have to show her face.