Gemotions

He sat opposite her, his hands steepled, a picture of tranquil professionalism. She wanted to laugh, a wild, hysterical sound.

“I’m not sure I understand,” he said, feigning confusion. "What seems to be the problem?"

“The problem?” She stared at him, her eyes blazing. The room seemed to shrink, closing in on her. The air was thin, making it difficult to breathe. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a fire that threatened to consume her.

She rose abruptly, her chair scraping harshly against the floor. “You… you…” she stammered, unable to articulate the depth of her incredulity. The hypocrisy of the situation, the audacity of his new role, felt like a physical blow.