Gemotions

Sarah strutted through the bustling city streets, the new contract clutched triumphantly in her hand. The ink wasn't even dry, and already, she was envisioning the impact she'd make. She'd outdone herself. She felt a lightness in her step, a bounce that made her almost skip. She had to show Mr. Harding. He’d guided her, of course, but it was *her* strategy that sealed the deal.

Reaching his office, she swung open the door, prepared to bathe in the warmth of his approval. The room was dark, the blinds drawn. She flipped the light switch, but nothing happened. A cleaning crew was already at work, taking everything away. Empty. Gone. His name was no longer on the door. A cold feeling, a kind of sinking sensation, invaded her stomach. She stared at the empty space, feeling a strange mix of disbelief and… well, something.