Gemotions

The lunch break stretched before her, an expanse of empty hours. She found herself staring out the window, watching the pedestrians pass. Her stomach churned. The new hire, a man named Mark, seemed to be everywhere. He was a constant, bright light, and she was in his shadow.

Every question felt like a direct challenge. She struggled to maintain composure, her voice cracking. The details of the job, which she once knew so well, now seemed to elude her. The pressure in her chest grew with each passing minute.

She took a shaky breath, then another, trying to regain control. The office felt like a cage. She couldn't wait to escape.