Gemotions

The digital art studio felt cold, despite the warm glow of the monitors. For Sarah, this new role was a change of pace from the rigid structure of the legal department. Excitement? Maybe. But also a heavy weight.

Her breath came in shallow, rapid pants. Her fingers drummed against the tabletop, a frantic rhythm. She glanced at the team, a flurry of creative activity, each member focused on their screens, and felt a wave of nausea. She was completely out of her element.

"Ready to unleash your inner artist, Sarah?" Her new team leader, a man with vibrant blue hair, gave her a friendly pat on the back. She forced a smile, but her stomach churned. The thought of being evaluated on her artistic ability seemed unbearable.

She just wanted to disappear, to retreat to the familiar world of legal briefs and precise language.