Gemotions

The marketing department was a whirlwind of energy, a place of bright colors and rapid-fire decisions. Liam, the quiet accountant, felt like a ship tossed on a stormy sea. His new office was filled with the clutter of brochures and sticky notes, a stark contrast to the order of his former cubicle.

His attempts at contributing were met with glazed-over eyes and dismissive nods. He longed for the familiar comfort of numbers, the precise calculations, the simple right and wrong of the financial world. He felt as though he were speaking a different language.

He stared out the window at the distant city skyline, feeling a profound sense of isolation. His chest felt heavy, the weight of a world he did not understand. He felt an ache deep inside.