Gemotions

The email read, “Please welcome your replacement, David Miller.” Sarah stared at the glowing screen, the words searing themselves into her vision. A wave of heat washed over her, making her palms sweat.

She slammed the laptop shut with a decisive thud. It wasn't fair. After five years, after all the late nights and weekends, *this* was how it ended?

Sarah began clearing her desk with a vengeance, the small framed photographs and knick-knacks tossed into a cardboard box with barely a glance. Her jaw clenched. She would give him the information, the basic procedures, nothing more.