Gemotions

The small office felt suffocating. Claire, previously a star in public relations, was now assigned to filing. The hum of the computer, the incessant tapping of keyboards, was an irritating symphony.

She knew she should be making the best of it, but the change felt like a personal failure. Her new colleagues seemed oblivious to her discomfort.

She dropped a stack of papers, the sound echoing through the room. She flushed, feeling the heat creep up her neck. She mumbled an apology, her voice barely a whisper. She wished everyone would disappear.