Gemotions

The email sat in Sarah's inbox, bold and unread. It felt like a physical weight. She’d crafted the perfect presentation, the one she’d been working on for months, a grand finale, and now, nothing. No guidance. No feedback. Just a terse, auto-reply: "Out of the office. Unavailable." Her breath hitched. She imagined her mentor, Mr. Davies, strolling off, without a backward glance, without any acknowledgment of their years of collaboration. A wave of nausea washed over her. She clicked the delete button, her finger lingering for a moment, as if to delay the inevitable.