Gemotions

The elevator ride felt interminable. Sarah gripped the handrail, her knuckles white. She could barely breathe, a feeling of constriction gripping her throat. The announcements about a potential buyout had her stomach in knots.

Once she reached her floor, she avoided eye contact with anyone, hurrying to her desk, where she quickly closed her door. Her fingers fumbled with the key, a simple task suddenly rendered impossible.

She sat heavily in her chair, replaying the last few days in her mind. Should she call her husband? Her voice was shaky when she finally picked up her phone.