Gemotions

The sun glared through the window, making me squint. I found myself pushing my glasses up my nose every few seconds. I watched, silently, as the newcomer, Ben, effortlessly took notes. I felt the familiar tightening in my chest, a feeling of deep discontentment.

My supervisor had been remarkably casual about the whole thing. A quick meeting, a handshake, and then, "Here's Sarah, she'll be taking over." No acknowledgment of the years I’d dedicated to the company. I felt like a piece of furniture, easily replaced, discarded.

"Alright, the first thing you need to grasp is the client profiles," I said, my voice tight. "These are crucial.” I felt a strange heat rising in my face.