Gemotions

The office felt enormous, empty. Sunlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, a choreography of neglect. Clara stared at the now-bare desk. No overflowing stacks of case files, no half-finished coffee mugs, no framed photo of Professor Eldridge grinning back at her. Just the smooth, pristine surface of the wood. Her mentor, the legal titan she’d shadowed for three years, had simply... vanished. A note, that’s all. A brief, almost dismissive, “Gone. Best of luck.” Clara felt a coldness creep up her spine, a prickly sensation that made her want to run. She sank into the chair, the sudden silence deafening.