Gemotions

A tremor ran through her, leaving her hands icy cold. She had poured her heart and soul into this job for five years, and now, *this*. They wanted her to train the person who would take her place. A cruel joke.

She pushed back from her chair, the sudden movement nearly throwing her off balance. She felt a burning need to pace, to expel the energy that was building inside her.

The new employee, a young man named Kevin, was overly cheerful. His eagerness grated on her nerves. She answered his questions with a clipped efficiency, making sure to omit any extra effort she had learned along the way.