Gemotions

Her face remained impassive as she read the news, but her hands clenched into fists beneath her desk. Years of loyal service, of early mornings and late nights, all for this.

She walked slowly to the kitchen, grabbed a cup of the cheap company coffee, and poured the entire contents down the drain. Then she turned and made a fresh pot.

When her manager asked her for a progress report, she simply smiled, and said she'd get to it "when she had the time." The implication hung heavy in the air.