Gemotions

The boardroom felt suffocating. The tension was so thick, it crackled in the air. Each word spoken by the man, the imposter, was like a physical blow to her. Every gesture, every nuance, was a taunt. Her own ideas, her own passion, now being presented as *his*.

She had spent months perfecting the proposal. He knew. His smile was infuriating. Her blood was boiling, but she maintained her composure. "That's a fascinating interpretation," she finally said, her voice laced with honeyed sarcasm.

"I particularly enjoyed the way you presented the data," she continued, her gaze unwavering. She wanted to see him squirm. She wanted to see him break.