Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, revealing a sea of unfamiliar faces. He stepped out, his steps feeling heavy, like walking through mud. The glossy hallways of the research department seemed to stretch on forever, each corner promising a fresh dose of uncertainty.

He’d always worked in maintenance, the practical world of tools and repairs. Now, he was expected to collaborate on cutting-edge experiments. He felt a lump forming in his throat as he watched researchers discuss complex theories he barely understood.

He felt the unwelcome pull of apprehension, the tightening of his muscles. His palms began to sweat, and he found himself pulling at his collar. He felt exposed, vulnerable, like a lone soldier in a battlefield.