Gemotions

The phone call with the HR representative ended, and I hung up, the receiver thudding against the cradle. I felt a sudden coldness, a chill that seeped into my bones. The offer to “work collaboratively” with Emily on the new project felt like a punishment.

My gaze drifted to the framed photo of my graduation on my desk. The pride I felt, all those years ago, had faded like an old photograph. The news was a physical blow.

I stared at the pristine, organized file cabinet across the room, normally a source of satisfaction. Now, the order and efficiency seemed to mock my failure. I knew I wouldn't congratulate her.