Gemotions

His tie felt too tight. David fidgeted, pulling at it discreetly under the pretense of adjusting his posture. He was in sales now, and the vibrant, bustling atmosphere of the sales floor was a stark contrast to the solitary research lab he'd just left. The air buzzed with energy, the constant ring of phones a relentless soundtrack to the push and pull of negotiations. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple.

He sat at his desk, staring at the phone, feeling the weight of expectation. His new boss had given him a list of clients, the names looming on the page like impossible mountains. He'd rehearsed his pitch, but his voice cracked when he tried it aloud. He glanced around at his colleagues, their confident gestures and easy charm highlighting his own awkwardness.