Gemotions

The overhead fluorescent lights in the office hummed, a sound that grated on Amelia's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. She slammed her laptop shut, the abrupt action echoing in the otherwise quiet room. "Coffee," she muttered under her breath, a low growl escaping her.

She stalked towards the communal kitchen, her shoulders hunched. The lukewarm coffee dispenser felt like a personal affront. Someone had clearly neglected to fill it with fresh grounds.

A man, his face obscured by a messy beard, looked up as she poured the weak, brown liquid. "That project is a nightmare, isn't it?" he said, his voice hesitant. Amelia just grunted, eyes narrowed. “The design, the market research… all of it,” he continued, oblivious to her palpable irritation. “I’m building a mobile app for sustainable living.” Amelia almost choked on her coffee.

"What?" she finally managed, her voice sharp. He looked confused, but then, he seemed to brighten. "Yeah, it’s going to be a real game changer!" Amelia, however, felt a dull ache behind her temples.