Gemotions

“Well, hello there! You must be the new… thing.” The words of the security guard at the gate were casual, yet the simple acknowledgement caused a quickening of her pulse. She’d gone through the necessary HR channels. She was transferred to the security department.

The dim lighting of the guardhouse, the rows of monitors displaying grainy images, felt claustrophobic. She found herself checking her reflection in the glass of the window, constantly smoothing down her blouse, as if that could somehow make her invisible.

The guard had given her a brief tour, pointing out the cameras and the emergency exits. She felt a deep ache within her. "Anything else you would need to know?" He asked after a long pause. He just stared at her. "No," she had said, her voice thin.