Gemotions

Her head lolled, her chin briefly hitting her chest before she jerked upright with a start. The meeting droned on, a rhythmic monotone that pulled at her focus. The air in the conference room felt thick, stale. It was all a bit much.

David, the new guy, was presenting the quarterly report. He was doing a good job, too good, actually. She noticed the small, almost smug smile on his face as he effortlessly explained the growth margins. He’d only been with the company for six months, and had come in on a higher salary than she’d been on for five years.

The words blurred in her ears. A wave of heat washed over her, followed by a sudden chill. The numbers on the screen seemed to dance, morphing into gibberish. She longed to rest. Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her nose.