Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum a mocking tune, a constant, irritating buzz that mirrored the tension coiling in Sarah's stomach. She'd spent years, *years*, meticulously crafting her career, exceeding every expectation, and now, *he* was getting the promotion. Mark, with his effortless charm and golf outings with the boss.

Her smile felt brittle as she congratulated him. Inside, a cold knot tightened. The congratulatory email she’d been forced to send felt like a poisoned dart.

Later, she “accidentally” misplaced the vital project files he needed for his first presentation, deleting them from his cloud. It was a simple mistake, of course. Easy to explain.