Gemotions

The news of the move from the creative team to finance made Emily’s blood boil. Her meticulously decorated studio, the bright colours, the vibrant energy—gone. She was being thrust into a world of numbers and beige. The thought made her want to scream.

She started wearing her headphones all day, blocking out the chatter of her new colleagues. She took ridiculously long lunch breaks, wandering aimlessly through the city.

She neglected to finish the tasks assigned to her. She avoided speaking to her coworkers. She found a strange satisfaction in not cooperating.