Gemotions

The sales figures swam before Sarah's eyes, a sea of numbers that failed to engage her. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. She had transferred to a new department, hoping for a change of pace, but the reality was just as the same. The same old spreadsheets, the same old tasks.

She felt a weight pressing down on her shoulders. She rotated in her chair, gazing out the window, at the world outside, filled with the promise of movement. She felt a burning need for something different.

The telephone rang, pulling her back to the reality of the office. She answered it with a sigh, the sound carrying with it a profound tiredness.