Gemotions

"So, you just…staple it here," Maya gestured vaguely at the overflowing in-tray, her voice devoid of inflection. A yawn threatened to escape, but she quickly stifled it. She glanced at the clock again. It was only 10:17 am. The new girl, Sarah, scribbled notes furiously, seemingly enthralled by the monotony. Maya shifted in her chair, the hard plastic biting into her. Outside, the city thrummed with a vibrant energy she wasn't a part of. The desire to just leave, to get away from the smell of old paper and lukewarm coffee, was almost physical.