Gemotions

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chloe said, her voice sounding flat even to her own ears. The restaurant was packed, the chatter a dull roar. Across the table, Daniel was detailing his latest success at the investment firm. He'd landed another "big fish." Chloe watched him, her gaze flitting around the room, avoiding his eager eyes. The last few weeks had felt like wading through mud. His stories had grown increasingly grandiose, less believable. The tailored suit, the expensive watch – all felt like props in a performance. Then, she saw it – a tiny detail. A name tag that fell from Daniel's pocket on his way to the bathroom, "Employee, The Local Diner". The room spun.