Gemotions

A bead of sweat trickled down Amelia's temple as she stared at the office door. "Marketing Department" read the small plaque. Her stomach churned. This was it. After five years in Accounting, she was finally moving. She took a deep breath, clutching the manila folder containing her personal effects. Her knuckles were white.

She pushed open the door and stepped into a kaleidoscope of colors and activity. Gone were the muted grays and the hushed whispers. Here, it was a cacophony of chatter, ringing phones, and the rhythmic click-clack of keyboards. A young woman with bright pink hair smiled at her from behind a desk cluttered with sticky notes. "You must be Amelia! Welcome!"

Amelia managed a weak smile in return. Her palms were clammy. She felt a sudden urge to flee back to the quiet of her old cubicle.