Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department seemed to hum a song of endless spreadsheets and predictable routines. Amelia dragged her feet as she walked toward her new desk in marketing. Her shoulders slumped, and she felt a dull ache behind her eyes, a constant pressure.

She barely acknowledged the quick introductions, offering only a murmured response as she set down her box. It felt heavier than it should, weighted down with the unspoken disappointment of a career detour.

The bright colors of the marketing posters felt jarring, a stark contrast to the muted tones she was used to. Even the clatter of keyboards and the upbeat chatter felt distant, as if filtered through a thick pane of glass.