Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the storm brewing inside Maya. Liam, her "high-flying" friend, had just regaled her with another tale of corporate triumphs. Only this time, she'd followed him. She'd seen him. He’d been delivering pizzas. A red, seething knot tightened in her stomach.

She tapped her fingers on the table, each rap a small accusation. "So," she began, her voice a low, dangerous hum. "Tell me again about that 'important client meeting' you had last Tuesday."

Liam, oblivious, launched into a detailed, fabricated anecdote. Maya watched him, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. He had no idea.