Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of her cubicle, mirroring the storm brewing inside Maya. She watched the droplets race each other down the glass, each competing to reach the bottom. She felt a similar sense of futility, a feeling of being carried along by forces beyond her control.

Her fingers trembled as she typed, the words blurring on the screen. The announcement, a cold, formal email from the CEO, sat unread in her inbox, mocking her attempts at productivity. She knew the content already, the words a death knell to her hopes for the future.

She looked at her desk, once a symbol of her ambition, now cluttered with the remnants of her abandoned dreams. She picked up a framed photo of her and her team at their last company retreat, the smiles on their faces now seemed like a cruel joke.