Gemotions

The constant clicking of keyboards and the muted conversations in the office felt like an orchestrated symphony of chaos. Emily felt a wave of nausea. She leaned back in her chair, trying to find a comfortable position, but found none. She couldn't focus on her work.

She took a walk to the kitchen. The coffee pot was empty, and the air was thick with tension. She poured herself a cup of water, her hand shaking slightly. The water barely touched the knot in her throat.

She knew she should head back to her desk and try to finish the report, but her legs felt heavy. The meeting was almost there, and the thought of it made her head spin. She wanted to disappear, vanish into thin air. She just wanted this day to be over.