Gemotions

The email arrived mid-afternoon, a stark message in a sea of routine correspondence. A current seemed to course through Emily, making her every muscle tense. She felt a sharp, almost painful awareness of her surroundings – the hum of the air conditioner, the faint scent of coffee, the ticking of the clock on the wall. She tapped her fingers on the desk, a rapid, restless beat. Her focus narrowed, consumed by the words on the screen. She needed to know everything, every detail.