Gemotions

“Well, this is… different,” Sarah muttered, staring at the cluttered chaos of the marketing department. Her old cubicle, pristine and organized, felt like a lifetime ago. The air here was thick with energy and the scent of strong coffee, a sensory overload. She found herself standing awkwardly in the doorway as everyone seemed busy with each other, with their phones, with something she couldn't quite identify.

Her colleagues greeted her with polite smiles, but there was a distance in their eyes, a hesitation. During the team meeting, she tried to contribute, but her ideas seemed to vanish into the room, unacknowledged. She retreated to her desk, the silence a suffocating blanket. Her hands, usually deft, fumbled as she tried to set up her computer.