Gemotions

The sheer audacity of the situation was almost comical. Here she was, explaining her job—her *life's work*—to someone who clearly didn’t have a clue. She crossed her arms, a muscle twitching in her cheek.

“So, the first thing you need to understand is…” she began, her voice dripping with artificial patience. But the words caught in her throat. She gestured toward the screen.

“I don’t know. Just start clicking things.” She rose from her seat, grabbing her purse. She’d go for a long lunch. Let the girl sort it out.