Gemotions

"So, you're off to the Acquisitions team?" Brenda from accounting asked, leaning against the doorway, a file clutched to her chest. Mark shrugged, pushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "Yep. Sounds like." He kept his gaze on the computer screen, the words of a company memo swimming before his eyes.

Brenda waited, but he offered nothing more. She sighed, shifting her weight. "Well, good luck, I guess." He mumbled something noncommittal in response, something about a new opportunity. The truth was, he couldn't have cared less.

He grabbed his things, a few pens and a stapler. He stood up, but sat back down immediately. The room was oddly warm, the air thick. He felt a dull pressure behind his eyes. He rose again and left, the same rhythm of feet as always.