Gemotions

The email sat in Sarah's inbox, a digital dagger. "Please assist with onboarding your replacement," it read, chirping with the fake cheer of corporate speak. She wanted to smash the computer, to just *yeet* it across the room. Her jaw clenched so tightly she thought her teeth might crack.

She slammed her fist on the desk. This was it, wasn't it? The final insult after six years of unwavering loyalty. Six years, and they couldn’t even offer a decent severance package. The betrayal was a bitter taste in her mouth.

The new guy arrived, all smiles and earnest questions. Sarah answered in clipped, concise sentences, her voice a tight wire. Each question felt like a poke, each piece of information extracted a chunk of her own worth.