Gemotions

"Ugh," Sarah muttered, pushing aside her lukewarm coffee. The taste of stale grounds always seemed to amplify her unease. She kept glancing at the clock on the wall, willing the hands to move faster. She’d walked the hallways three times already.

The email arrived, a digital harbinger of doom. "Acquisition by GlobalCorp." The words felt stark, cold. She felt a sudden, inexplicable anger. The thought of new management, new rules, new… everything, sent a shiver down her spine.

She abruptly stood, grabbed her purse, and headed to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to cool the heat that suddenly flushed her cheeks. The mirror reflected a stranger, a woman on the verge of some sort of explosion.