Gemotions

The first thing Sarah did was reorganize the desk. It was something Maya knew she would hate. She felt a flush of heat rise up her neck as she watched Sarah discard the pen holder that Maya had had for years. This desk was a reflection of her, it was the space she had carved out for herself, and now it was going to be someone else's.

She could barely bring herself to speak. Instead, she pointed, providing clipped instructions. "Click here. That's for the reports. Don't forget to back up every Friday." Her tone was curt, and she couldn't meet Sarah's eyes. It was a chore, she realised, to let go of her control, to cede her power.