Gemotions

The email notification popped up on David’s screen, informing him of his immediate transfer to the Investigations division. He felt a sudden chill, a creeping numbness that started at his fingertips. His mouse hand froze mid-click.

The Investigations unit was known for its ruthless efficiency, its high-pressure atmosphere. He felt his heart begin to thud faster, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He preferred his routine in the IT department.

He stared at the screen, the cursor blinking, mocking his inaction. He felt his mouth go dry, his tongue thick and clumsy. He began to sweat, the small of his back dampening his chair. He slowly, deliberately, closed the email and took a long, steady breath, reminding himself that he had to go.