Gemotions

The echo in the warehouse was deafening. Alex, fresh from the sales team, swallowed hard. The silence was unnerving. He was used to the buzz of phone calls and quick, witty interactions. Now, he was surrounded by towering shelves and the metallic clang of forklifts.

He fumbled with the inventory sheet, the numbers swimming before his eyes. The fluorescent lights flickered, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to mock his every move. His energy had been zapped.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving a smudge of dust on his forehead. The thought of being here, surrounded by boxes and empty space, felt crushing. He wanted to go home.