Gemotions

The hum of the server room, once a comforting background noise, now grated on Liam's nerves. He stood in the doorway, staring at the rows of blinking lights. This was his new realm. The network department.

He’d been promised a promotion, a bigger role in the creative team, a chance to really shape the product. Instead, he was in charge of the servers. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms tensing.

He pushed the door open, the hinges groaning in protest. He ran his hand across the cold metal of the doorframe. The air was cold, the silence oppressive. He wasn't supposed to be here.