Gemotions

A tightening in Maya’s chest made it hard to breathe. This was it. The final week. Her replacement, Sarah, a vibrant woman with an infectious laugh, shadowed her every move. Maya found herself deliberately withholding key pieces of information, little shortcuts, the things that made the job easier.

She felt a persistent pressure behind her eyes, the familiar precursor to a headache. Each time Sarah asked a question, Maya’s answers were terse, almost clipped. She’d find herself staring out the window, at the bustling city below, thinking of all the projects she would no longer be a part of. She felt a vague sense of unease whenever Sarah's enthusiasm peaked, and a deep-seated apprehension whenever it waned.