Gemotions

The room seemed to spin. Jessica reread the email. *Acquisition Complete*. She gripped the edge of her desk, her knuckles bone-white. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, a physical manifestation of her outrage. All of the effort, all of the late nights, the sacrifices…for what?

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic sound echoing in the silent office. She needed to escape. She grabbed her bag and stormed out of her office without a word. The elevator doors closed with a finality that mirrored the feeling of her situation.

She needed air. She needed to walk. She needed to *do* something to stop her mind from racing.