Gemotions

She marched into the office, the door slamming behind her. The sound echoed in the otherwise quiet space. Her arms were crossed, her jaw tight. She didn't bother to sit. She would make this quick. She would make this unpleasant.

“Well, Jessica,” said Ethan, his voice neutral. “This is a bit unexpected.” He gestured to the chair.

"Is it?" she responded, her voice tight. She stood her ground, her gaze hard. She’d always hated being told what to do. The thought of pouring her heart out to him, of being vulnerable with the person who'd tormented her for years, was a humiliation she was not prepared to endure.

He sighed, pushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "Please, have a seat."

She ignored the gesture, remaining rooted to the spot. “I’ll be on my way.”