Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department hummed, a low, irritating drone that seemed to vibrate directly in Amelia’s skull. She tapped her pen against the keyboard, a rapid staccato against the quiet. The new hire, David, watched her with wide, expectant eyes. Amelia sighed, a short puff of air. "Okay, let's go over the discrepancy report again," she said, her voice flat. She felt a prickling under her skin, an urge to bolt from the room, to walk outside and breathe air that wasn't stale and recycled. She scrolled through the spreadsheet, her fingers itching for something more engaging.