Gemotions

The air in the elevator was thick with unspoken tension. As the doors opened onto the executive floor, Carol felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She watched her competitor, Mark, step out with a casual air. She couldn't help but notice how relaxed he seemed.

She would need to know his plans. She would need to see what he had been up to. The stakes were too high.

Each day felt like an eternity. She would re-read emails and pore over documents. She needed to maintain her lead.

She made a mental note of every conversation. She felt a burning need to know what was happening behind the scenes, behind closed doors. She followed Mark toward the meeting room.