Gemotions

The email sat in Eleanor’s inbox, mocking her. "Reassignment to Inventory Management." Her jaw clenched so tightly she thought a tooth might crack. It wasn't just a different department; it was the *basement*. Literally. Away from the light, away from the prestige of Client Relations, away from *her*.

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet office. The air felt thick, constricting her chest. Her fingers, usually nimble and quick on the keyboard, fumbled with her water bottle, nearly knocking it off the desk.

"Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath, her voice tight with a barely contained tremor. She wanted to scream, to throw something, to just… get *out*.