Gemotions

The elevator doors hissed open, and Sarah stepped out into the bustling sales floor, a place of high energy and aggressive competition. She was a librarian, used to hushed tones and the comforting scent of old books. Her new role: archiving sales records.

Her stomach felt heavy, like a lead weight pressing down. She’d heard whispers of the sales team’s volatile personalities, of the pressure to perform, of the cutthroat competition.

She thought of the young man she'd seen in the lift, who had said he was getting a new job after the old one shut down. The excitement in his voice felt like his whole world.

She paused at the front desk, noticing the receptionist’s harried expression. She offered a small, reassuring nod, feeling a pang of understanding for her.