Gemotions

He slammed the file onto the new desk, the sound echoing unnaturally in the sterile, quiet office. The air felt thick, charged with an unfamiliar tension. David ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, leaving it standing on end. He'd been expecting a better reception, a more enthusiastic welcome. Instead, he got polite nods and whispered conversations that ceased abruptly whenever he approached. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, a constant, irritating reminder of the situation. He leaned back in his chair, wincing. Every single thing in the room felt cheap, disposable.