Gemotions

The air conditioning blasted cold air, yet Sarah felt a scorching heat crawling up her neck. Her hands were clenched into fists under the table. The intern, a smooth-talking young man named Ethan, was asking questions about the client file system, questions that were, quite frankly, insulting. He acted like he knew the job already.

"The file structure is pretty straightforward," she said, her voice tight, "It's all designed for ease of access." She felt a pressure building behind her eyes. He was already planning what he would change. He wouldn't understand the work she had done.

She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, trying to appear relaxed. "Look," she said, her voice now dangerously low, "I'll go through the system again, slowly." She wanted to leave the room.