Gemotions

He cleared his throat, the sound unusually loud in the expansive, glass-walled marketing office. His stomach twisted as he looked at the layout. It had felt good, comfortable, knowing his way around. Now he felt as if his world had been turned upside down.

His fingers fumbled with the stapler, the familiar click of it a tiny comfort in the new environment. He needed to ask someone how to format this presentation. No, he would figure it out.

The sheer volume of new information threatened to overwhelm him. He spent the entire morning staring at the screen, paralyzed by the blankness of a new project. His palms started to sweat.

Later that afternoon, he found himself hovering by the water cooler, listening to a conversation about a celebrity endorsement deal. He’d never even heard of the celebrity.