Gemotions

The air conditioning blasted cold air onto her face, but it did nothing to soothe the heat that had overtaken her. Jessica sat at her desk, staring at the screen. The financial reports, which she normally loved organizing, felt like a cruel joke. The intern, who barely knew how to use the company software, was making more than she was.

She kept tapping her pen against the desk, the insistent clicking a counterpoint to the quiet office. She caught her reflection in the dark screen, her face flushed, her eyes wide.

She needed to get out, to walk, to find some air, but she couldn’t move. The chair seemed to hold her in place. The feeling would not go away.