Gemotions

The email arrived mid-afternoon, a blandly worded announcement from corporate. Sarah slammed her laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent office. Her cheeks flushed, a heat blooming across her skin. Years. Years she’d poured into this company, this team. A wave of nausea churned in her stomach. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, her voice barely a whisper, as she shoved her chair back with a violent scrape against the floor. The framed photos on her desk—her kids, her husband, her dog—seemed to mock her with their cheerful smiles.