Gemotions

A coldness spread through Amelia's limbs, starting at her toes and creeping upwards. Her stomach clenched. The text, meant for her best friend, was now sitting in the inbox of her overbearing boss. The words, "Can't wait to ditch this place," seemed to leap from the screen, emblazoned in neon defiance.

She backed away from her desk, the chair scraping against the floor, a sound that amplified the rising panic. Her throat constricted, making it hard to swallow. The air seemed to compress around her, making her feel trapped. She imagined the inevitable meeting, the terse summons.