Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a source of delight, turned sour in his mouth. He sat at his new desk in the finance department, the sterile environment doing little to soothe his nerves. The faces of his new coworkers felt cold and detached, their conversations perfunctory.

He glanced at the calendar on his desk, marking the days until the end of the month. Each passing day felt like a small defeat. He missed the laughter, the camaraderie, the feeling of being a vital cog in the machine. He missed the excitement and challenges of working with the project teams.

He stared out the window, watching the city below, feeling a profound sense of disconnect. His phone remained silent. The new job felt like a prison.