Gemotions

The air conditioning in the office felt frigid. Maya watched the new guy, Kevin, settle into *her* chair. Her chair. The very thought made her tense. She swallowed hard, trying to hide how her heart was pounding.

"So," she said, forcing a smile that felt strained, "this is where you access the company database." She tapped at the keyboard with clumsy fingers. The cursor seemed to mock her, blinking relentlessly on the screen.

Every keystroke, every shared piece of information, felt like a betrayal. The room seemed to shrink, closing in on her. She avoided Kevin’s glance, her focus locked on the screen, feeling each shared detail weigh on her.