Gemotions

The weight of the impending announcement pressed on Amelia's chest, making it hard to breathe. She read the email a second time, a third, as if the words would change. They didn't. The company was being sold.

The coffee cup in her hand trembled slightly. She'd been here for fifteen years, climbing the corporate ladder rung by agonizing rung. Now, all the carefully constructed plans, the years of hard work, seemed vulnerable.

She felt like a ship, drifting aimlessly in a vast ocean. The familiarity of her routine, the comfort of her established role, now felt like shackles. She looked at her reflection in the darkened screen of her monitor, noticing the exhaustion around her eyes. She wanted to scream.