Gemotions

The elevator doors hissed open, and Amelia stepped out into the bustling lobby. The familiar sight of colleagues rushing to and fro usually invigorated her, but today, she felt a profound disconnect. Every face seemed distant, every conversation a muffled echo.

She walked towards her office, her footsteps heavy, the click of her heels sounding unusually loud in the otherwise muted environment. She glanced at the nameplate on her door, her name, her title – all now rendered meaningless.

She found herself gripping her purse tightly, her knuckles white. She looked over at the reception desk, where she knew there were boxes of promotional items to be sent. The thought of sending them out today, felt like she was contributing to the sale.