Gemotions

The elevator ride felt interminably long. Sarah's hands were clammy as she rode up to the Human Resources department. She’d loved the creative freedom of the design team. The bright colors, the lively discussions, the constant brainstorming – it had all been a perfect fit. Now, she was tasked with reviewing employee performance reviews, a job that promised to be as dull as the beige walls surrounding her.

She chewed at her lip as she looked around the elevator car. She found herself wishing to be anywhere else. Anywhere.

The doors opened, and she stepped out, her footsteps echoing in the sterile hallway. Her face felt hot.