Gemotions

The constant sunshine streaming through the office window felt too bright. Chloe, who had moved from the warehouse to the sales team, kept checking her watch, and she didn't know why. She had been the only one to volunteer for the transfer.

She felt a sharp stab of discomfort as she passed by the loading dock. She missed the dirt and grime, the palpable sense of camaraderie.

She’d spent the morning reorganizing her desk, straightening pens and staplers. It was a futile gesture.