Gemotions

"So, you're moving to the Creative Team. Fantastic!" David's boss clapped him on the back, a gesture that felt more like a pat down. David barely reacted. He'd been in data analysis for five years, buried in numbers, comfortable in the silence. The Creative Team? It sounded… loud.

He’d always preferred the quiet certainty of data. He understood the language of spreadsheets, the logic of algorithms. Creative? He’d never considered himself imaginative. He glanced at the abstract painting hanging on his boss's wall – a riot of colours he couldn’t decipher.

His shoulders tensed. This felt wrong. He found himself avoiding eye contact, and his responses were clipped and concise. He felt a profound sense of disconnection, as though he was a visitor in a foreign land. He excused himself, promising to "look forward" to the new chapter, but his heart felt heavy.