Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a comfort, felt like an energizing elixir this morning. Sarah practically bounced down the hallway of the law firm, a smile plastered across her face. This was it – the culmination of years of hard work. Her pitch for the prestigious Peterson case was flawless, polished to a diamond sheen. She’d outdone herself, and she knew it.

She marched into her mentor, Mr. Abernathy's office, expecting congratulations and a knowing nod. The room was empty. A pristine desk. A single, unopened envelope lay on the polished wood. Her heart skipped a beat, then thudded hard against her ribs.

Picking up the letter, she ripped it open. The familiar, looping script of Mr. Abernathy was clear and concise: “Retired, effective immediately. Your skills are sharper than ever. I have every confidence in you.” A wave of… something washed over her. A thrill, a giddy sense of freedom. She, Sarah, was now the senior associate. Alone.