Gemotions

"So, ready to move on, eh?" Gary, her former boss, clapped her on the back. Sarah winced slightly, the gesture feeling somehow intrusive. She nodded, forcing a smile.

She stood in the doorway of the office she had occupied for the past ten years, a small, corner space in the legal department. The familiar clutter of law books, the framed diplomas, the worn leather of her chair—all now seemed to hold a special significance.

She took one last, lingering look at the space, the memories of late nights, stressful meetings, and hard-fought victories flooding her mind. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the feelings wash over her before forcing herself to turn away.