Gemotions

The email notification popped up, the corporate logo a smug grin in the corner of her eye. "Company Acquisition Announcement." Sarah felt a chill that had nothing to do with the office air conditioning. She’d dedicated fifteen years to this place, sacrificed countless evenings, all for a company that was apparently so eager to be *someone else's* problem.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking in protest. Her fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on the desk, a counterpoint to the hollow feeling blooming in her stomach.

She decided to make a few "helpful" suggestions in the upcoming team meeting – ideas that she knew, with absolute certainty, would be time-consuming, expensive, and ultimately, useless.