Gemotions

The news arrived in a terse memo, stating his immediate transfer to the Legal Department. He reread the words. He was a warehouse supervisor, a man of action, accustomed to physical labor and straightforward decisions. Law?

He felt a tremor in his hands, making the paper shake. He had to sit down. He slid into his chair, the squeak of the plastic almost deafening in his ears.

He saw himself lost, adrift in a sea of jargon, overwhelmed by regulations and paperwork. He envisioned the endless meetings, the complicated arguments, the potential for accusations. The room began to shrink, the walls closing in.

He took a shaky breath. He felt utterly out of his depth.