Gemotions

The clicking of keys, the endless procession of spreadsheets, the same conversations, all of it seemed to amplify the internal pressure. The new hire, a man called Kevin, was a blank slate, absorbing every detail of his training with unsettling efficiency.

"The key is attention to detail," Michael said, his voice sounding distant, almost echoing in his own ears. He felt the urge to scream. The space around him was closing in.

That night, he found himself staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The shadows danced on the walls, mimicking the turmoil in his mind. He was trying to catch his breath.