Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department hummed a monotonous tune, a sound Sarah knew intimately. Now, in the brightly colored, open-plan space of the marketing team, the music felt…wrong. Her stapler, a sturdy, sensible thing, seemed out of place amidst the beanbag chairs and the motivational posters featuring cats. She fumbled with the ergonomic keyboard, her fingers clumsy on the unfamiliar keys, as the marketing director, a woman with a perpetually sunny disposition, chattered about “synergy” and “brand alignment.”

Sarah found herself repeatedly glancing back towards the doorway, a phantom ache in her shoulder where her old cubicle used to be. The coffee here was different, too. Weak and vaguely fruity.

"So, you'll be handling the social media outreach for the new product launch," the marketing director said, her smile unwavering. Sarah swallowed, a sudden tightness in her throat. She had barely managed to set up her email account in the new system. Social media?