Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the marketing brochures on his desk were suddenly offensive to Mark. He preferred the quiet, methodical world of data analysis. The transfer to the marketing team felt like a betrayal. He was supposed to build the model, not sell it.

He pushed his chair back, the squeak of the wheels echoing in the empty office. He found himself rearranging the charts and graphs on his computer screen. The lines, the numbers, the predictable patterns—they were a comfort.

The meeting request for his new team was still unopened in his inbox. Instead, Mark clicked on the database, pulling up the latest sales figures. There was an anomaly he needed to investigate. Time, he thought. He had plenty of it.