Gemotions

The familiar tap of the keyboard faltered. Sarah’s fingers hovered, unsure. The code, the logic, the whole structure of the application was… hers. Or, at least, it *should* have been. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, as if that would help. This was the work of weeks, maybe months. Her masterpiece.

A heat rose in her cheeks. She felt a need to pace, to move, to do something other than sit here and stare at the screen. She stood, pushing back her chair with a sharp scrape, and began to walk. Back and forth.

Her phone buzzed. A message from Mark, her colleague, asking if she was "seeing what he was seeing." She typed a swift, curt reply: "Yes." The air around her felt thick, difficult to breathe.