Gemotions

The air in the breakroom felt too thick, like it was pressing down on her. Amelia could barely breathe. She’d always been a planner, a strategist. She'd meticulously crafted her career, anticipated every hurdle. Now, the carefully constructed plans felt as though they had fallen apart.

She saw the new manager across the room, already holding court, sharing stories with the team. She wanted to disappear.

She grabbed her coat and left, walking blindly down the street. The buildings all seemed to tilt, and the sky felt gray.