Gemotions

The email landed with the force of a physical blow. Amelia reread the sentence about "synergies" and "streamlining" until the words blurred. A chill raced up her spine. Her heart began to pound against her ribs, a frantic rhythm against the quiet click-clack of keyboards.

She found herself staring at the screen, unable to process anything beyond the core message: change, upheaval, potential loss. She stood abruptly, knocking her chair over. She didn't bother to pick it up. She felt a desperate need for air, for space, for any kind of respite from the suffocating weight of this new reality. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the office.