Gemotions

Michael whistled softly as he strolled into the IT department. The air hummed with the quiet whir of servers and the gentle clatter of keyboards. He felt no nervous apprehension. The new role felt like a natural fit. He’d always preferred the logical precision of code to the chaotic demands of the sales floor.

He slapped a friendly hand on a colleague’s shoulder. “Hey, what's up?” His voice was easy, relaxed. He glanced around the room, taking in the focused expressions, the comforting routine. He imagined himself thriving here, solving problems, contributing. A weight lifted from him that he hadn't realized he was carrying.