Gemotions

The elevator doors slid open, revealing the polished mahogany of the executive floor. He stepped out, his usual confidence replaced by a hollow sensation. His new department, "Strategic Partnerships," resided here. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. The air conditioning was on full blast, and yet he was suddenly warm.

His stomach lurched. He’d worked in the mailroom for two years. Now he was expected to coordinate *partnerships*? He felt small, insignificant. The power suits and hushed tones of the people passing him in the hall amplified his feeling of inadequacy. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and started walking towards his new office.