Gemotions

"Just one more." Sarah muttered, pushing another file onto the already precarious pile on her desk. The paper cut she got on her finger seemed to be the embodiment of her career: paper thin and easily wounded. The constant barrage of emails and demands were suffocating. She expected a phone call from her supervisor, Dr. Chen, who had been mentoring her for years. Instead, she got a cryptic message from the front desk: "Dr. Chen is no longer with the firm." The information felt like a punch to the gut. She stared at the screen, the cursor blinking, mocking her attempts at further work. Her eyelids felt heavy, like they wanted to sleep.