Gemotions

The message, intended for the woman who had stolen her promotion, read: "Hope you're enjoying my office. It's a real *treat*, isn't it?" But the universe, in its twisted sense of humor, had sent it to her own mother. Her mother, whose advice she usually ignored. The instant reply arrived, a simple, "Honey, are you feeling alright?" But she remained silent, a sense of icy pleasure coursing through her. She felt a lightness, the weight of the day lifting. She envisioned her mother wondering, and a smirk crept across her face.