Gemotions

The air conditioning was too cold. Emily wrapped her arms around herself, a futile attempt to ward off the chill. She was in the design department, and the creative energy of the new team was overwhelming. The walls were covered in mood boards and sketches, and the constant hum of brainstorming sessions was a sensory overload. She had been used to the quiet company of data entry.

She clutched her coffee cup, wishing it was a warm blanket. She felt the eyes of her colleagues, each glance assessing her. She didn’t know how to contribute, afraid of making a mistake. She spent the entire morning staring at her monitor, wishing she could vanish.