Gemotions

The sales floor was a whirlwind of activity, phones ringing, deals being closed. The energy was electric, but for Maria, it felt like an assault. She missed the quiet, the methodical work of the research department, the deep focus required. She pictured her old desk, the stacks of papers, the quiet hum of the computer. She felt a sudden need to be back there.

Her new manager, a whirlwind of charisma, clapped her on the shoulder. "Alright, let's get you set up!"

She plastered on a smile. The change felt seismic. A tear pricked at the corner of her eye.