Gemotions

It was impossible to concentrate. The presentation due at the end of the week felt like a ticking time bomb. Sarah kept re-reading the email from HR, searching for hidden meanings in the innocuous wording.

She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her temple. The air conditioning was on full blast, but she still felt warm. She kept checking her reflection in her darkened monitor. Her heart raced with every email notification, every Slack message.

The break room was a no-go zone. She wouldn’t risk running into anyone, so she skipped her usual lunch. She thought she saw someone staring at her from across the hall. The world was suddenly a web of intricate codes and subtle cues, and she was terrified of misinterpreting them.