Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department hummed, a sound that usually lulled Amelia into a comfortable stupor. Today, it grated. Her stomach twisted as she gathered her things, the familiar weight of her stapler and the worn edges of her coffee mug feeling foreign in her hands. She kept fidgeting with the strap of her bag, pulling it tighter then loosening it.

Her new desk in marketing was a stark contrast – bright, airy, and populated by people who spoke in rapid-fire jargon about 'brand synergy' and 'viral content.' Amelia, accustomed to the quiet efficiency of spreadsheets and deadlines, felt adrift. The vibrant colors of the posters and the thrum of upbeat music made her want to run for the exit.

She plastered a smile onto her face as her new supervisor, a woman named Chloe with a cascade of blonde hair, greeted her. “Welcome aboard, Amelia! Ready to jump into the deep end?” Amelia just nodded, her throat suddenly tight and dry.