Gemotions

The congratulatory handshake, forced and brittle, felt like a betrayal. Sophia, a perennial favorite, had snagged the coveted position. The humiliation was a raw wound, festering with each forced smile and congratulatory message.

She sat at her desk, staring blankly at the screen. She knew, with chilling certainty, what she had to do. She had worked late nights in the office, and knew the key employees inside and out.

She had their personal information at her fingertips, their family details, private emails. She began to craft individual messages, carefully constructed to cause maximum disruption.