Gemotions

"Another successful shipment, Mr. Henderson." The warehouse manager said. The steady flow of orders, the careful stacking of boxes, it all made Henderson content. He enjoyed the quiet satisfaction of a job well done. He had spent years in the shipping department, where he knew the flow of goods better than anyone.

The new assignment arrived, a posting to the human resources department. Henderson felt a tightening in his chest. He preferred the efficiency of logistics to the complexities of human resources. His world was predictable: boxes, timelines, and the open road.

He ran a hand over his close-cropped hair, a nervous gesture. His colleagues seemed to sense his unease, offering words of encouragement, but Henderson found himself already missing the steady rhythm of the loading dock. His stomach rumbled: not from hunger, but from stress.