Gemotions

David stared at the glowing screen. He’d meticulously crafted marketing campaigns for years, a master of catchy slogans and targeted advertising. Now, he was being reassigned to “Facilities Management.” His jaw dropped. Facilities Management? Did they even have a marketing department?

He picked up the phone to call his boss. The receiver felt slippery in his sweaty hand. He imagined them smiling blandly and telling him it was “a great opportunity.” He felt a strange pressure in his chest, as if a hand was squeezing his heart.

He pictured the sterile, humming environment of Facilities. No brainstorming sessions, no creative briefs, just… fixing things? His pulse quickened. He hung up the phone without dialing. He needed to understand.