Gemotions

The ringing of the phone sliced through Mark’s concentration. He eyed it with undisguised annoyance. He was supposed to be analyzing consumer trends, the task he had been given in the marketing department. But instead, here he was, answering customer complaints at the call center.

His shoulders slumped as he reached for the receiver. The voice on the other end, shrill and demanding, was the final straw. He gripped the phone a bit too tightly, knuckles turning white. The words, "I demand to speak to your supervisor," struck a chord of utter weariness.

Mark slammed the phone back onto the receiver, the loud click echoing in the otherwise quiet room. He glared at the phone, as if daring it to ring again. It was a cruel joke. He had worked so hard to get where he was, only to be tossed into this hellhole.