Gemotions

"So, you'll be training your replacement," her boss had stated, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sarah had forced a smile. That smile felt frozen on her face. Now, she was staring blankly at the coffee machine, trying to think about what to do next.

She watched the steam rise, clouding her vision. The entire situation felt wrong somehow. She took a deep breath, fighting down a wave of nausea.

When the new guy arrived, his energy was infectious, brimming with eagerness. Sarah found herself giving curt responses, her explanations clipped and succinct, trying to maintain a professional distance as she spoke. Each interaction felt like a small, painful victory.