Gemotions

He stared at his reflection in the tinted glass of his new office. The man staring back, in his crisp suit, was a stranger. James ran a hand through his hair, the gesture lacking its usual purpose. The engineering department, his career home, had been a place of intricate puzzles and calculated solutions. Now, he was in management, navigating the murky waters of human resources.

His pulse quickened. The silence of the office felt oppressive, broken only by the incessant hum of the air conditioning. He felt a familiar tightness in his chest, a feeling he’d learned to associate with the feeling of unease.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He'd poured his heart into his work for years, a master of logic. This transition was, in a word, terrifying.