Gemotions

The office felt like a cage to Clara. The walls seemed to be closing in, the air thick with unspoken anxieties. She felt a growing impatience, an urgent need to know, to understand. The delay in the announcement was torture.

She found herself walking, pacing her area. Every conversation, every gesture, was scrutinized. The quiet, the hushed whispers, only served to heighten her already tense state. She realized she was clenching her jaw.

Finally, the email arrived. It was confirmation of her worst fears. She felt a wave of nausea. The words swam before her eyes. She wanted to scream. She sank into her chair, the weight of the news pressing down on her.