Gemotions

"Welcome aboard," the manager of the call center said. A sea of headsets and raised voices greeted him. He felt the blood drain from his face. This was not the change he wanted.

He was used to the solitude of his coding work, not the constant barrage of complaints and demands. The cacophony of voices grated on his nerves. He felt a sense of suffocation.

He adjusted his tie, feeling the fabric constrict his throat. He wished he could teleport back to the quiet of his old office. He just wanted to go home and hide.