Gemotions

The new assignment felt like a betrayal. I stared at the memo, the words blurring before my eyes. They wanted me in the call center? After all the time I'd spent mastering data analysis, my work now was to be answering complaints? A knot formed in my stomach, twisting with each breath.

My hands clenched into fists, the fingernails digging into my palms. I could feel my pulse hammering in my temples. I pushed away from my desk, my chair scraping harshly against the floor. I needed space. I needed air. I walked towards the elevator, my steps heavy, and a feeling of dread washed over me.