Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent lights of the accounting office hummed, a monotonous drone that matched the rhythm of Amelia’s tapping fingers. She chewed the inside of her cheek, staring at the screen. A spreadsheet detailing late payments glared back at her. Her gaze drifted to the unopened email from her boss, reminding her of the upcoming performance review. Her stomach clenched. Amelia grabbed her phone, typing a message meant for her best friend: "Can't breathe. This place is a tomb." Instead, her thumb slipped, and the message blasted off to Mr. Henderson, the firm's notoriously demanding senior partner.