Gemotions

She grabbed the phone, her knuckles white as bone against the plastic. “Did you *see* it?” she barked into the receiver, her voice sharp enough to shatter glass. The silence on the other end felt like a physical blow. She slammed the phone down, the sound echoing through the empty office. Her hand trembled as she ran it through her hair, tangling in the strands. The neatly arranged desk, usually a source of calm, now seemed to mock her with its order. He, of all people, had been chosen.