Gemotions

The musty scent of the archive was familiar. Emily pulled out the box, her heart rate accelerating. The letter. Her grandmother’s resignation. The details were never spoken aloud, but whispered. The cruel treatment, the relentless belittling, the constant undermining. The company had taken everything from her, her job, her pride, her health.

Emily ran her thumb over the words, the paper crumbling slightly in her grasp. The names of the executives responsible flashed in her mind. Now, years later, they were seeking funding for a new venture. Emily's company was one of the investors, and she held all the cards. Her hands trembled, but her eyes were cold and clear.