Gemotions

The endless spreadsheets. That was all David saw now. Transferred from the creative team to data entry, he felt his creative spark dim with each data point he added. He was meant to be writing copy and brainstorming ideas, not inputting numbers into a system.

He chewed on his lip, staring at the screen with a growing sense of detachment. The rhythmic click-clack of the keyboard, the monotone drone of the office, was an assault on his senses. He missed the vibrant colors of the design studio, the excited chatter of his old team.

His hand tightened around his pen, almost snapping it. His old boss had promised him something different, something dynamic. Now, he was chained to this desk, watching his dreams fade away like poorly-edited footage.