Gemotions

The new hire, the audacity! The sheer, unmitigated gall of it all. He sat there, across from her desk, the picture of polished professionalism, and expected her, *her* to teach him the ropes. Eleanor took a sip of her water, the icy liquid doing nothing to soothe the fiery heat blooming in her chest.

"Let's start with the client database," she said, her voice carefully neutral. But inside, her thoughts raged. She wanted to scream, to dismantle the room piece by piece, to feel the satisfaction of absolute chaos. She pictured herself storming out, slamming the door, leaving them all to fend for themselves.

She forced herself to breathe, meticulously explaining the intricacies of the system. Each word was a struggle, each sentence a battle against the overwhelming urge to…to just *stop*. To just let it all go. The young man, oblivious, kept smiling.