Gemotions

The silence in the office cafeteria was broken only by the clinking of cutlery, the air thick with unspoken fears. Emily’s appetite had vanished. She picked at her sandwich, her eyes darting between the familiar faces of her coworkers, each one now a potential adversary. This news sent waves of fear through her.

She started to document everything. Every meeting, every email, every conversation, it all went into a notebook she kept hidden in her desk drawer. Her hand ached from the constant scribbling. She felt a sharp alertness, her senses heightened.

She would walk around her office and talk to others. She tried to appear normal, but her voice held a note of urgency she couldn’t quite control. She began to feel as though she was the only one who saw what was happening, the only one who understood the implications.