Gemotions

The air conditioning blasted icy air, but she still felt a heat rising within. It was a suffocating pressure, building in her chest, making it hard to breathe. "And that's how you handle the client complaints," she said, her voice strained. The customer service portal glowed, reflecting in her own glazed eyes.

The new hire, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, scribbled down notes with diligent efficiency. She wanted to grab the pen and snap it in two. She remembered all the hard work she had put into the job. All the late nights. All the sacrifices. And for what?

She pushed her chair back, the movement a sudden and abrupt shift. "Right," she said, her voice curt. "Let's take a break." The word hung in the air, heavy and loaded.