Gemotions

The sound of the copier seemed to amplify the silence in her office. "Finance to Public Relations." They were moving her, the quiet, meticulous bean counter, to a department known for its flamboyant personalities. It was a joke. A cruel, elaborate joke.

She felt a tremor run through her body. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. She squeezed her eyes shut, imagining the team's laughter at the news. She imagined the awkward introductions, the forced smiles.

She opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the framed photo on her desk, a picture of her family. She would not let this break her. She would survive. She would be *fine*.