Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a relentless drone that amplified the knot tightening in Amelia's stomach. She tapped her pen against the surface of her desk, a staccato rhythm that betrayed her inner turmoil. Today, she was supposed to be showing Sarah, her replacement, the ropes.

Sarah, bright-eyed and eager, sat across from her, a stark contrast to Amelia’s growing sense of unease. “So, this is where you input the client data,” Amelia mumbled, her voice catching slightly. She swallowed, trying to project a semblance of composure as she pointed to the screen.

Amelia’s fingers fumbled over the keyboard, making mistakes she hadn't made in years. Each error sent a fresh wave of heat creeping up her neck. A headache throbbed behind her eyes. *Just get through this,* she thought, her breath shallow. *Just one more day.*