Gemotions

The coffee cup wobbled precariously in Sarah's shaky hands. "Don't drop it," she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper. The message, meant for her friend, read: “The truth is going to come out soon.” It had gone to her *boss*.

Her boss, a man known for his icy demeanor, and his penchant for demanding perfection. She pictured his face, the way his lips would thin into a grim line. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. She sat, frozen on the couch, unable to move. A deep, chilling sensation spread through her.