Gemotions

Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against her desk, a staccato beat of rising indignation. The message hung in the air, a constant reminder of her worthlessness. This was the thanks she got for years of dedication?

She saw the shadow of her reflection in the window, her face pale, her lips a thin, tight line. She grabbed her coat, the action deliberate and decisive.

Later, she found herself explaining the complexities of the system to a woman named Emily, each word a clipped syllable. Emily's eagerness for the job only made her feel more like a fool.