Gemotions

The email announcing the reassignment arrived with the delicacy of a wrecking ball. *Customer Relations*. The words mocked her, echoing in the otherwise quiet office. Her lip curled, her eyes narrowed. She had worked so hard, for so long, to be recognized and rewarded, and now this?

She shoved her chair back with a screech, the sound grating on her ears. She grabbed her jacket, her movements stiff and deliberate, her face a mask of annoyance. She needed to get out, away from the sterile environment, away from the constant reminders of her perceived failure.