Gemotions

My jaw clenched as I reread the email. Emily, the intern, was boasting about her new salary. More than me. *Me*! I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. The audacity.

I saw her across the office, chatting with the boss, a smug look plastered across her face. I feigned a smile, offering a friendly "Good morning!" as I passed, but my grip on the coffee cup tightened to the point where my knuckles were white.

The next day, the printer mysteriously ran out of ink just as Emily was about to print her presentation. When she asked for help, I was "busy" with an important client call. The delay, I thought, would be most educational.