Gemotions

"So, you're the new head of communications," the CEO had greeted him with a wide smile, patting him on the shoulder. Mark tried to smile back, but his jaw felt locked.

He sat at his large, imposing desk, surrounded by leather and expensive artwork. The responsibility felt immense. The pressure of shaping the company's public image made his chest feel tight.

He stared out the window, looking at the city below, trying to clear his mind. He knew this role was a huge opportunity, but the weight of it was almost unbearable. His breath came in shallow gasps. He pressed his fingers to his temples, trying to massage away the tension.