Gemotions

The coffee tasted like burnt dirt. Sarah stared out the window, the overcast sky mirroring the bleakness she felt inside. She had spent five years building this system, perfecting it, making it *hers*. Now, she had to… share. The thought was nauseating. She took another sip of the vile brew, the bitterness doing little to cut through the tightness in her chest.

She forced herself to turn and face him, the new guy, Mark. “Okay, so the first thing you need to know…” she began, her voice barely a whisper. Her stomach churned. Each word felt like a betrayal. She felt a desperate need to cling to her knowledge, to hoard it.