Gemotions

The air conditioning in the new office felt like a personal affront. Amelia tugged at the collar of her blouse, a nervous habit she’d developed since the announcement. She’d been a marketing guru, now she was… data entry. The sheer mundanity of it all felt heavy on her.

She fumbled with the stapler, missing the paper three times before finally securing it. Her cheeks burned. Mrs. Gable, the supervisor, watched her with a patient, yet judging, eye. Amelia stammered an apology for the delay, her voice cracking.

She wished she could disappear. This was not the life she envisioned. The fluorescent lights seemed to magnify every small error, every awkward silence. She felt the gaze of the other employees, like a constant pressure on her back.