Gemotions

The email sat, a malevolent little square, glowing on her screen. Department reassignment. Marketing to... *Accounting*? Her hands clenched, knuckles whitening against the desk. It had to be a joke. A cruel, elaborate prank. She’d spent five years building a reputation, a network, a *brand* in marketing. Now this. Her breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that felt like a physical blow. The coffee in her mug, moments ago steaming, now seemed to mock her with its bland, lukewarm stillness.

"This is insane," she hissed, the words a raw, involuntary expulsion of disbelief and fury. Her fingers flew to the phone, dialing the number for HR. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, each floor a fresh wave of resentment washing over her.