Gemotions

The email sat in Sarah's inbox, mocking her with its cheerful subject line: "Exciting Opportunity!" She clicked it open with a deliberate lack of haste. Human Resources. Again. This time, the dreaded Marketing department. Her stomach did a flip, a sensation she certainly didn't welcome.

Her chair creaked as she leaned back, staring up at the ceiling tiles. They suddenly seemed terribly dull. The thought of spreadsheets and data analysis vanished, replaced by a picture of forced smiles and brainstorming sessions.

"Well, this is just great," she muttered, the words flat and devoid of enthusiasm. She began gathering her things, her movements precise and unnecessarily efficient. The stapler slammed against the desk as she packed.