Gemotions

“This is where you'll be,” the manager said, gesturing to a small, windowless office. Mark nodded, his throat tight, his voice catching in his throat. In his old role, in sales, he thrived on the interaction, the constant movement, the exhilaration of closing a deal. Now, transferred to the data analysis department, he was confined to crunching numbers, staring at spreadsheets for hours on end. He felt the walls closing in, a sense of constriction that was almost physical. He thought of all the projects he left behind.