Gemotions

Her breath hitched in her chest as the HR representative explained the restructuring. "So, as I understand it, your talents are better suited for the Marketing team." Her fingers, usually steady, now fumbled with the clasp of her handbag.

The fluorescent lights of the meeting room seemed to pulse, a hypnotic rhythm against her temples. A bead of sweat traced a path down her spine. "Marketing?" she croaked, the word foreign on her tongue.

She envisioned the new office, a whirlwind of creative chaos she felt utterly unequipped to navigate. She, who meticulously organized spreadsheets and thrived on the predictable logic of the accounting department, felt the ground shift beneath her.

"Yes, we're very excited," the representative continued, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within. She forced a smile, a brittle facade she knew wouldn’t fool anyone.