Gemotions

The meeting room felt suddenly small, the air thick with unspoken expectations. “You’ll be heading up the new Customer Relations initiative,” the boss had announced, his tone jovial, almost… expectant. Amelia found herself nodding slowly, as if her neck had developed a separate, independent will. Her stomach churned. Customer Relations? Her forte was data analysis, a world of numbers and certainty. She glanced down at her meticulously manicured nails, then back up at her superior, her mind a blank canvas, unable to process the information.