Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in her mouth. She stared out the window, the city a blurry mess of movement and noise, a reflection of the chaos in her own head. They wanted her to “transition” the role, to “mentor” her own replacement. The gall of it.

Across from her, Emily, the intern, chatted animatedly, her voice a shrill drone. She was young, vibrant, full of ideas and energy. Everything that Amelia felt drained of. Amelia focused on the slight tremble in her hand as she pointed at the computer screen.

*Unbelievable.* The thought flickered and sparked inside her. She felt a profound sense of injustice, a deep-seated frustration that threatened to boil over. She took a long, slow breath, struggling to maintain the facade of professional calm. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken grievances.