Gemotions

The instructions were simple: "Assist with the transition." For Carol, the words felt like a death sentence. She'd poured her heart and soul into this company, this role. The thought of sharing her hard-earned expertise felt like a cruel injustice.

Her usual cheerful demeanor had vanished. She jumped at every sound, every movement. She found herself snapping at her coworkers, the tension a palpable force in the air around her. She found it difficult to eat and sleep.

As her replacement came into view, Carol’s heart pounded in her chest. She struggled to keep her voice steady as she greeted the woman. Her mouth was dry. She felt as though she might be sick. She desperately wanted the whole thing to be over.