Gemotions

He felt the knot in his shoulders tighten as he surveyed his new desk. Data analysis was his comfort zone; the logical flow of information, the quiet concentration. Now, he was in the creative department, surrounded by mood boards and brainstorming sessions. Liam stared at the brightly coloured pens and markers, unused and intimidating.

He found himself avoiding eye contact, his gaze constantly drifting towards the framed certificates of achievement in his new supervisor’s office – a constant reminder of how ill-equipped he was. He missed the comforting click of his mechanical keyboard, the familiar hum of the server room. Here, every conversation seemed like a performance, a frantic need to stay afloat.

He took a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of coffee and desperation. He felt a pressure in his chest, a sensation of being underwater, struggling for air in an environment designed for a different species. He just wanted to go back. Back to the numbers.