Gemotions

The heavy oak door of the legal department slammed shut behind Michael. He took a deep, involuntary breath, the air in the hallway thick with the scent of old paper and dust. He walked slowly, his shoulders slumped, as if carrying an invisible weight. The rigid formality of his new colleagues, the hushed tones, the endless meetings – it was a world away from the collaborative environment of the software development team he had just left. He adjusted his tie, feeling the fabric constrict around his neck, a physical manifestation of his unease. He felt boxed in.