Gemotions

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. The legal department’s air was always thick with unspoken tension. The impending transfer to the human resources department felt both like a reward and a punishment. The promise of new challenges loomed large. John found himself unable to focus.

He pushed his chair back, the movement abrupt. He stood, pacing the small confines of his office. His hands fidgeted, picking at the loose threads of his tie. The clock on the wall seemed to mock him, each tick a slow, deliberate march towards the unknown. He wanted to break free.