Gemotions

The hallway felt miles long. Sarah walked with a deliberate slowness, each footfall a heavy punctuation mark. The poster of the new head of department was already hung, her face a bright, triumphant smile. It was, of course, David.

Sarah had been working so hard; yet, the prospect of the promotion no longer excited her. The constant striving, the late nights, the endless networking – it all felt pointless. She entered her office and closed the door, a small, weary sound.

Her own reflection in the window seemed distant, a stranger. She sat at her desk, her hands folded in her lap, a quiet calm settling over her. She knew what needed to happen next.