Gemotions

The constant flow of traffic outside the window created a low, insistent rumble. She found herself staring at the patterns in the carpet, trying to avoid making eye contact with the woman across from her. It’s not your job anymore. The words echoed in her head. She knew she needed to be professional, but the feeling of being discarded overwhelmed her.

"Okay, so let's start with the database structure," she heard herself say, her tone clipped, almost aggressive. She felt a strange detachment, like she was watching herself from afar, performing a role she no longer recognized. Her hands were ice-cold.