Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a relentless drone that grated on Sarah’s nerves. This was her last week. Her escape was so close she could practically taste the freedom. And now, this… this person, fresh from wherever they found her, was meant to shadow her. She drummed her fingers on the desk, a rapid-fire tattoo against the faux wood.

"Okay," the new hire chirped, her voice too bright. "So, you just… log in, then what?" Sarah sighed, a heavy, theatrical sound.

She pointed, her finger a rigid, unyielding spear. "Click the icon. The one that says 'Access Database.' Then, the password, which, as I told you three times already, is 'Sunshine2024'." The newcomer fumbled with the keyboard, her face flushed with a mixture of excitement and something akin to awe. Sarah leaned back in her chair, the springs groaning in protest.

The scent of her replacement's overly sweet perfume filled the air, a physical assault on her senses. It was going to be a long week.