Gemotions

The bustling train station amplified her inner turmoil. She clutched her handbag, her knuckles white. She was waiting for Maya, who’d always claimed to be a paralegal. But she’d seen the invitation, the luxurious address, the description: “CEO, Blackwood Enterprises.”

Her vision swam. The chattering of voices, the screech of the train, became a distant hum. Everything felt unreal. She remembered Maya's carefully curated narratives, the dismissive shrugs about work. A deep sense of unease settled in her stomach.

The train rattled to a stop. She saw Maya emerge, dressed in expensive clothes. Everything felt so different, she felt exposed, as if the world was watching her.