Gemotions

The email arrived at 4:57 PM. Sarah reread it, her fingers tracing the words on the screen. The Marketing department? After five years in Accounting? Her jaw dropped, and she nearly choked on the air she was attempting to swallow. She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking in protest. A wave of heat washed over her, making her palms sweat.

“Well, this is… unexpected,” she mumbled, the words a dry rasp against her throat. Her eyes darted around the familiar office, the cubicle walls suddenly feeling less like a comforting haven and more like prison bars she now had to escape. The coffee mug in her hand wobbled precariously.

She imagined the chaos. Marketing! With their vibrant colors, endless meetings, and loud personalities. Compared to the silent number-crunching world she was accustomed to, it was like being transported to another planet. Her breath hitched. This was going to be an adjustment.