Gemotions

Sarah took another bite of her bagel, cream cheese practically smeared across her cheek. The all-hands meeting was about to begin. She'd already heard the whispers, the frantic hushed conversations in the break room. Company sold. Again. This place was like a revolving door of acquisitions. She suppressed a giggle, picturing the poor, unsuspecting new owners trying to navigate the company's labyrinthine organizational structure. She picked at a loose thread on her sweater, her lips twitching. "Alright, let's hear what they've cooked up this time," she muttered under her breath, a certain lightness in her tone.