Gemotions

"Just…just give me a moment," Emily mumbled under her breath. She took a long, slow breath, trying to steady her nerves. She'd been moved from her beloved finance position to the art department. She'd never been around that creative bunch before. She hadn't an artistic bone in her body. The sheer contrast was jarring.

She eyed the paint splattered canvases and the general chaos with a mixture of bewilderment and dread. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. She didn't know what she wanted. She felt the urge to start chewing on her fingernails. She pushed her chair back, the squeak of the wheels echoing in the room. This was ridiculous.