Gemotions

The constant glare of the sun beat down on the glass windows, and the feeling was mirrored in Amelia's chest. This new role, overseeing inventory in the warehouse, was a world away from the vibrant world of the customer service department. She felt the sudden urge to run, to escape the physical confinement of the vast, echoing space. The smell of cardboard and industrial lubricant filled her nostrils, a constant reminder of the monotonous routines. She clenched her fists, the rough texture of her new work gloves a stark contrast to the smooth keyboard she used to work with.