Gemotions

The company picnic was a disaster, as far as Claire was concerned. Forced fun and manufactured camaraderie were not her idea of a good time. Now they were playing a volleyball game. She rolled her eyes.

"Claire, your turn to serve!" shouted Mike, the team lead, his voice overly cheerful.

She took her time walking over, dragging her feet. The sand felt hot beneath her sandals. She hated the sun.

She picked up the ball and, instead of serving, dropped it.

"Claire!" Mike exclaimed, clearly frustrated.

She simply shrugged, her shoulders rising and falling in a gesture of indifference. Then she walked back to the sidelines, ignoring the looks of disapproval.