Gemotions

"Welcome, welcome!" The phrase echoed in Amelia's ears, each repetition a further reminder of her new reality in the management team. She preferred the solitude of her old role, the comforting routine of the data entry office.

The fluorescent lights of her new office were too bright. Her stomach was tight, and she felt a tremor in her hands. The expectation was to lead and motivate, a task she felt utterly unequipped to do.

She stared at the paperwork on her desk, the words blurring before her eyes. The idea of attending the meeting that afternoon filled her with a sense of dread. She felt a deep, pervasive weariness that seemed to have settled into her bones.