Gemotions

It felt like a cage, this new department, and Sarah was the bird trapped inside. Her colleagues, with their bright smiles and eagerness to participate, were suffocating. Public relations. She’d always despised PR.

She sat at her desk, staring at the welcoming email from her new manager, its sugary tone making her want to retch. She slowly typed a reply, her fingers moving with deliberate slowness, choosing each word carefully.

During the team meeting, the manager asked if there were any questions. Sarah raised her hand, a slight tremor in her voice. She proceeded to ask a series of questions, each one carefully designed to undermine the plan, to highlight its flaws. She enjoyed the growing consternation on her manager's face.