Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department seemed to hum a mocking tune. Sarah slammed her stapler onto her new desk, the sound echoing in the sterile silence. She had been the top salesperson in the company for three years running, and now she was stuck crunching numbers. Just because some pencil-pushing manager decided she needed "broader experience." She crossed her arms, a knot forming in her stomach.

Her new cubicle was smaller, the view nonexistent. Outside, the sun was shining, a cruel reminder of the freedom she no longer enjoyed. She missed the open road, the thrill of the deal, the power of closing. Now, she was just another cog in a wheel, watching the seconds crawl by on the cheap plastic clock on her wall.

The phone rang, startling her. It was a new colleague, offering a friendly greeting and a question about training. Sarah sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. "Fine," she snapped into the receiver, "I guess I can help."