Gemotions

"So, the journalism department, huh? Welcome to the lions' den!" The receptionist's jovial tone felt like a slap in the face. Sarah, a book editor her entire career, had been transferred. She felt the knot tighten in her stomach.

She walked through the newsroom, the clatter of keyboards and urgent phone calls making her head spin. She felt utterly out of her depth. The open workspace felt more like a battlefield.

She sought refuge in a quiet corner, clutching her coffee cup as if it were a lifeline. She missed the quiet, ordered world of manuscripts and deadlines. She kept glancing at the clock, each passing minute an eternity. She felt a profound sense of… something.