Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department hummed, a sound that usually blended into the background, but today it was grating. Michael slammed his stapler down on his new desk, the plastic echoing in the otherwise silent room. He’d been in marketing for five years, building a career, and now, *this*. He massaged his temples, the headache already blooming behind his eyes. He missed the buzz of creative meetings, the fast-paced energy. Here, the only buzz seemed to be the annoying drone of the computer fans.

His new boss, a woman named Ms. Henderson, had welcomed him with a smile that felt more plastic than genuine. She'd then launched into an explanation of spreadsheets and ledgers, a vocabulary entirely foreign to him. He swallowed hard. It was going to be a long day. He stared at the mountain of paperwork, the sheer volume of numbers making him want to scream.