Gemotions

The decision felt like a personal affront. She, Sophia, was the best candidate; she knew it, everyone knew it. Yet, the committee had chosen Chloe. A red flush warmed her cheeks.

Sophia waited for Chloe to start, then began leaving anonymous, vaguely critical notes on her desk. She made sure Chloe was never able to get any recognition.

She watched Chloe's confidence begin to crumble, the pressure building, the stress becoming visible. Each subtle attack, a small prick, a tiny victory. It wasn't about the job, it was about proving her superiority.