Gemotions

The email from "Jessica Bell" landed in her inbox. Anna felt a surge of adrenaline, a frantic energy that coursed through her. She felt like running. She gripped her pen so hard the plastic creaked.

She remembered the playground, the exclusion, the laughter at her expense. A familiar knot tightened in her stomach. Her breath grew shallow.

She pushed her chair back from her desk and stood, pacing the small space of her office. The walls seemed to close in. She felt trapped. The request, a digital monster, stalked her.