Gemotions

"Management to Cafeteria Service" — the words echoed in her skull. It was a humiliation she hadn't anticipated. She felt the blood drain from her face, leaving her chilled. Her hands felt clumsy, her fingers fumbling with the stapler as she tidied her desk.

The sudden shift felt like a personal attack. She would never forgive them. Not the management, not the decision-makers, not *anyone*. A bitter taste filled her mouth.

She gathered her belongings, her movements stiff and jerky. Her gaze fell on the office door, and she knew she wouldn't leave until she had her say. She had a long list of grievances, and she was ready to start using them.