Gemotions

The elevator ride to Human Resources felt agonizingly slow. Sarah pressed the button for the 14th floor, her stomach churning. The meeting with HR was inevitable, an attempt to smooth things over, to pretend this new role in facilities management wasn’t a deliberate slight.

Her palms were damp, and the air seemed thin. Her smile was stiff as she tried to appear agreeable to the HR Manager. The conversation was polite, but Sarah's eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail. She knew where the security cameras were.

The office was a maze of locked doors and security protocols. She'd get inside. She'd find out who had made the decisions, what the reasons were. And when she did, she’d make sure they would remember this.