Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as Amelia scanned the document. The acquisition. The end. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. This was where she met her husband, where she made some of the closest friends of her life.

She gazed out the window at the parking lot, already imagining the empty spaces and the new faces that would replace her colleagues. She knew the human resources team wouldn’t be happy, but she felt drawn to them.

She felt a lump form in her throat when she thought of Mrs. Gable, who always brought in cookies on Fridays. This place was the culmination of everything. She went to the office door, planning to make a trip to the vending machine. She’d bring Mrs. Gable a special treat as a show of solidarity.