Gemotions

"Assist in onboarding." The phrase repeated itself in her head like a faulty record. Disgust curled through her, a bitter tide washing over her. She swallowed hard, trying to quell the nausea that rose in her throat.

She spun her chair around to face the window, her gaze lost in the cityscape. The buildings seemed to mock her, standing tall and unwavering while her world crumbled.

When the new guy, a wet-behind-the-ears kid named Mark, appeared, she could only manage a strained smile. Each step of the process felt like a betrayal, each bit of knowledge shared a piece of her soul.