Gemotions

She found herself picking at her nails, a habit she'd long outgrown. The office was filled with a sense of anticipation, but not the good kind. The news had been confirmed. The sale was happening.

She walked past the copy room, seeing people in hushed conference meetings. She was stuck in her cubicle, the walls closing in, the silence amplifying the dread.

She tried to focus on her work, but her mind was elsewhere, replaying the last few days in an endless loop. What would happen next? What would become of her? The questions circled like vultures.