Gemotions

The message was like a slap in the face. A hollow feeling spread through Maya. Her hands clenched into fists. She needed to do something drastic, something to make them truly regret their decision.

She picked up the phone and opened up her contacts. She went through and carefully chose all the numbers that she knew the person who cancelled her party, truly, *truly* valued. She sent each of them a message, with a carefully worded, neutral-sounding explanation of the situation.

It wasn't a threat. It was an information. And it was going to be the most satisfying kind of information.