Gemotions

The phone call ended, and Michael slowly lowered the receiver. “You’re needed in the communications department.” He blinked. He, in communications? He knew more about numbers than narratives. He, a quiet accountant, would be dealing with press releases and public image?

He felt a hot flush spread across his face, and his hands began to tremble. His fingers fumbled with the stapler on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, trying to take a deep breath, but it seemed as if the air had been stolen from the room. He felt… disoriented.