Gemotions

The lawyer's office was filled with the usual trappings of power – dark wood, leather furniture, and a panoramic view of the city. Yet, the news they delivered felt…light. Almost inconsequential.

They were talking about a lawsuit. She should be concerned, they said, worried about the potential fallout. But inside, everything was calm. She listened to their words, the facts, the legal jargon, but it barely registered.

She looked out the window, watching the clouds drift. "I see," she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. The idea of fighting for her rights felt like too much effort.