Gemotions

The meeting ended, and she wanted to obliterate the mahogany table in front of her. The polite smiles, the insincere apologies, the casual dismissal of her skills – it all boiled inside her. She felt like a tightly coiled spring, ready to snap.

Her hands shook as she gathered her belongings, everything feeling heavier than usual. She barely managed to keep from throwing her laptop at the wall. Each footstep felt like a stomp, the heels of her boots echoing in the hallway.

“It's a chance to grow,” they’d said. Grow? She’d been soaring, and now she was supposed to crawl? She knew the look she had on her face was deadly, but she couldn't care.