Gemotions

The email arrived at precisely 9:03 AM, subject line: "Important Company Announcement." Sarah’s stomach clenched, a familiar knot of dread forming in her gut. She’d suspected something was off, the hushed meetings, the sudden expense reports being scrutinized. Now, confirmation. The company she’d poured fifteen years into, the one that had slowly eroded her spirit, was being sold.

A slow smile crept across her face. This was… poetic.

She leaned back in her chair, the cheap plastic creaking in protest. They wanted to strip away the "dead weight" after the sale. Well, she had a few skeletons to air out. First, that project proposal, the one that stole the credit of her efforts. She'd email the details anonymously, of course.