Gemotions

The office air hung heavy, a miasma of stale coffee and forced productivity. Sarah slumped in her chair, the weight of a thousand emails pressing down on her. Her head throbbed, and her vision blurred. She hated the constant demands, the relentless pressure.

She was about to go home when her boss told her to stay. He wanted to discuss the new project. She huffed, then sat down and listened.

When he was done, a male colleague quietly pulled her to one side and started asking about her health. He revealed he had the same medical condition. Sarah just sighed, the realization hitting her like a physical blow. Then she smiled.