Gemotions

The fluorescent lights seemed to buzz louder, almost mocking him with their sterile glow. His desk felt heavy, the familiar weight of paperwork now feeling like an anchor. He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. "Effective Monday, your role will be within the Finance department." *Finance*. He was a creative.

He slumped back in his chair, feeling like all the air had been sucked out of the room. His mind raced, trying to find some logical explanation, some reason for this abrupt change. He felt a cold dread creeping into his bones. His hand instinctively went to his chest.