Gemotions

The doors slammed shut with a metallic clang, plunging Amelia into instant annoyance. Three hours. That's all it took. Three measly hours to seal her fate. Her eyes flickered to David, a nervous twitch playing on his lip. He wouldn't know. He never knew.

She leaned back against the cool metal, a small smile playing on her lips. Finally. All the subtle manipulations, the carefully placed whispers, the late nights spent crafting the perfect pitch. And now, she had him. The CEO’s ear. The promotion. The corner office.

"Well, this is… inconvenient," David stammered, his voice thin. Amelia just raised an eyebrow, a dismissive flick of her wrist the only response. The air conditioning hummed, a low, consistent drone. Perfect. No distractions.

She pulled out her phone, immediately checking for signal. None. A sigh escaped her, not of frustration, but of a kind of pleased relaxation. She was the only one who had the CEO's personal number.