Gemotions

The email was a slap in the face. She had worked so hard, sacrificed so much. Now, everything felt tainted, even the air she breathed. Her jaw clenched.

She replayed the application process in her mind, searching for an error, a weakness. She found none. The injustice of it all burned. Her hands felt clumsy, useless.

The next day, she went to the department's website. With cold calculation, she began to leave scathing comments on the committee members' profiles, ensuring that every user who visited the site would get the message.