Gemotions

The hum of the servers seemed louder than usual, a relentless background drone that grated on her nerves. She kept adjusting her glasses, a subconscious gesture meant to delay the inevitable. She had put in her notice and was to share her work today.

She had received a warning from her contact about someone else working on a similar design. Her carefully constructed facade threatened to crumble.

She bit her lip, feeling the sting of the metal against her teeth. She found herself trying to anticipate what would happen in the upcoming meeting.