Gemotions

“You’re moving to Customer Service.” The words hung in the air, a finality that grated on her nerves. Emily, who had thrived in Engineering? It was an insult.

That afternoon, she sat at her new desk, a blank canvas of a space. She did not unpack. She simply leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling tiles.

When the supervisor asked her about training, she responded flatly, "I’ll learn what I need to." She didn’t mean she would, but rather, that she would be learning nothing at all. Her gaze was as cold as the fluorescent lights above her.