Gemotions

Sarah hated, with a passion, the early morning sun that poured through the office windows. Today, though, it felt particularly malicious. Today she had to train her replacement, a woman named Olivia, who was overly cheerful.

Sarah’s movements were sharp and jerky as she tried to explain the tasks. She avoided any unnecessary interaction.

She gave brief instructions and quickly moved on, avoiding eye contact. She felt a growing sense of unrest. Every question from Olivia felt like an intrusion.

She wished she was anywhere else. The coffee tasted bitter. It would be a long day.