Gemotions

The elevator doors opened onto a floor of sleek, modern offices, each one a stark contrast to the cozy, cluttered space she had come to expect. She felt a distinct chill as she walked down the polished hallway.

She found her new office, a corner suite overlooking the city, and felt instantly small. She felt a strange sense of loss, the security of what had been, the place she knew, the people.

Her breath hitched as she sat at the large, empty desk, staring out at the cityscape. She felt a rush of panic, the thought of being alone in this new environment was almost unbearable.

Her fingers traced the edge of the desk, the smooth surface a cold, unfamiliar barrier. She longed for the familiar hum of the copy machine, the comforting banter of her old colleagues.