Gemotions

The sales figures swam before David's eyes, mocking him. He leaned back in his chair, trying to process the information. The marketing department, with its lively campaigns and innovative concepts, was now a distant memory. He’d been thrust into the sales department, a world of quotas and aggressive tactics. The pressure was intense.

He ran a hand over his face, feeling the stubble on his cheeks. He felt a throbbing sensation in his jaw, and he realized he was clenching his teeth. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to be getting brighter, each flicker a fresh assault on his senses. He needed to get out of here. He glanced at the clock, willing the time to pass faster.