Gemotions

The new employee, Jessica, had a way of standing that made Daniel’s shoulders slump. Upright, energetic, brimming with the kind of optimism Daniel could no longer muster. His own posture now mirrored the slowness of his movements. He found himself picking at the frayed edges of his pen, as Jessica asked about the intricacies of client management.

“So, like, what's the typical workflow here?” Jessica asked brightly, clicking her pen. Daniel hesitated, staring out the window at the gray sky. He wanted to tell her about the endless meetings, the late nights, the frustrations. He wanted to tell her about the things he’d sacrificed for this job.

But he didn't. He simply pointed at the relevant documents, his hand trembling slightly. The office air felt thick with a weight he couldn’t name. He felt it in his bones.