Gemotions

He kept finding himself at the old break room, staring at the empty coffee pot. Mark, now in sales, missed the camaraderie of the IT department, the late-night pizza runs. He'd seen Kevin, his old team lead, in the hallway this morning, a strained smile plastered on his face.

He found himself fidgeting, constantly adjusting his tie in the mirrored walls of the elevator. The new sales targets seemed impossible. He hadn't contributed to their team's quarterly report, the one they would have to file the following week.

The phone rang in his new office, and he jumped, dropping his pen. A potential client. But all he could think about was the unread emails from his old colleagues, the unspoken goodbyes.