Gemotions

The digital clock on the dashboard glared back at Emily. She'd driven all the way out here, expecting a final check-in, a signature, a congratulations. The gate was locked. A simple note from security informed her of a new policy, and an out-of-office reply in his email inbox. A surge of prickly heat went down her arms. She slammed her fist against the steering wheel. She had to take a few deep breaths to regain some semblance of composure. She had waited for years for this. Now this.