Gemotions

The intercom crackled, announcing the company-wide restructure. Then came the dreaded personal email. John, a veteran security guard, was being transferred to the "Creative Team." He'd spent his career patrolling hallways.

He froze. His mind went blank. He blinked, trying to make sense of what he’d just heard. He felt a sudden chill, as if the air conditioning had been turned up.

The weight of his uniform seemed to increase tenfold. He gripped his baton, feeling its familiar weight. Creative Team... what even was that? He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to regain his composure. He felt like he was falling.