Gemotions

The email arrived on a Tuesday, announcing Clara’s relocation to human resources. She felt a slight twitch in her left eyelid, a habit she'd developed over the years, as she read it. She finished the email.

Clara spent the next several days meticulously organizing her new workspace, the process a welcome distraction. She polished her nameplate, straightened the stapler, and arranged the pens in a perfect gradient of colors. The move itself, she realized, felt like a slow dance, a shifting of weight and a subtle change of direction.

The HR department's door opened, and a woman with a warm smile greeted her. “Ready for a change of pace?” she asked. Clara simply nodded, returning the smile. She had nowhere to be, except here. It would all happen when it had to.