Gemotions

The constant clicking of keyboards in the Human Resources department grated on Sarah’s nerves. She shifted in her chair, the stiff fabric of the company-issued uniform rubbing her skin the wrong way. She had thrived in the fast-paced world of sales. This… this was soul-crushing.

She forced a smile as Mrs. Gable, a veteran HR employee with an unending supply of platitudes, approached her desk. “Settling in, dear?” she asked. “Everything alright?”

“Fine,” Sarah replied, her voice clipped. The endless paperwork, the repetitive tasks, the bureaucratic red tape... it was all too much. She missed the thrill of closing a deal, the energy of the competition.

She stared out the window, watching the pedestrians below. Their lives seemed vibrant and exciting compared to her current existence. She longed to be anywhere else.