Gemotions

The news felt like a betrayal. Years of loyalty, dedication, all reduced to a few carefully crafted paragraphs. Sarah felt a surge of adrenaline, a rush of energy that made her feel wired and restless.

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Her eyes darted around the office, searching for an escape. Her skin prickled, and she felt a desperate urge to flee, to run as far as possible from the source of her distress.

She slammed her fist on her desk, the impact echoing in the sudden silence. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. She had to do something, anything, to regain some semblance of control. She had to fight.