Gemotions

The champagne cork exploded, peppering the crisp white tablecloth. Sarah, her face flushed, let out a whoop that echoed around the small, rented apartment. Finally. Years of envying her friend, Mark, and his supposed "high-powered" career in finance, culminating in this single, perfect moment. The fake Rolex, the borrowed car, the fabricated tales of jet-setting deals – it all crumbled with a single Google search. Now, she was the one who knew the real story: Mark was a glorified data entry clerk.

She poured herself another glass, the bubbles tickling her nose. This called for a toast. To truth, she thought, and to the sweet, sweet taste of leveling the playing field. Her smile was wide, practically splitting her face.