Gemotions

“Welcome aboard!” The words felt hollow, bouncing off the walls of the warehouse. John, who had been a quiet clerk in payroll for a decade, felt a chill crawl up his spine. Now he was in charge of logistics, a role that demanded action and decisiveness. He hated action.

He watched the forklift maneuver across the floor. He clenched his fists, feeling a flush creep up his neck. The sheer noise and activity, the shouted instructions, the constant movement… it was sensory overload. He was used to order, to routine, to the quiet click of a keyboard.

The weight of the responsibility settled on him like a physical burden. He considered turning around, escaping back to the familiar sanctuary of his old office, but it was too late. He was trapped.