Gemotions

The elevator ride felt interminable. Sarah, now a junior associate in the legal department, chewed on her lip, a nervous habit she hadn't indulged in years. The sleek, modern design of her new office building felt cold and impersonal.

The scent of fresh coffee did nothing to improve her disposition. She was used to interacting with clients, not burying herself in endless paperwork. Her new colleagues, with their carefully chosen ties and polished shoes, seemed to glide effortlessly through the hallways.

She hated the forced smiles and the polite small talk. She felt a throbbing ache behind her eyes. She wanted to scream. Instead, she entered her new cubicle and slammed the door.