Gemotions

He stared at the paperwork, the stark words "Research and Development" replaced by "Janitorial Services." The audacity! After all his years of building his portfolio. He crumpled the paper in his fist, the edges digging into his palm.

He spent his first day in the new department wandering the halls, a ghost in a blue uniform. He did not engage with anyone. His movements were slow, deliberate, each step a protest.

When he was given a cleaning cart, he pushed it to a corner, and sat on the steps nearby. He was a statue, a monument.