Gemotions

The silence in the new office was deafening. Amelia sat staring at the computer screen, the cursor blinking mockingly on the blank page. She was supposed to be writing reports. Reports for the sanitation department.

She'd built her career on dynamic campaigns, colorful presentations, and high-profile clients. Now, she was drowning in spreadsheets. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a constant, grating reminder of her new reality.

She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous gesture she hadn't made in years. The air in her throat caught; she felt a pressure behind her eyes, the familiar sting of tears she refused to shed.