Gemotions

Maya stared at the code on her screen, her fingers flying across the keys. A solution, a breakthrough, had finally clicked into place. She was *there*. The program, her program, was starting to work, and she felt like she might fly out the window.

She had to tell someone. Anyone. The feeling inside her was bubbling over.

She drafted a message, overflowing with emojis and exclamation points. She took a photo of the lines of code.

Her thumb hovered over the send button. She clicked. Then, a cold jolt of fear shot through her. The number wasn’t her coworker. It was the CEO.