Gemotions

David slumped in his chair, the office chair groaning in protest. He hadn't slept well, the news of his transfer to the IT help desk swirling in his mind all night. His usual energetic stride felt heavy as he walked into the office. Before, he was always among the first to arrive. Today, he was late.

He hadn't been informed, only summoned. No explanation, just a curt note left on his desk. He ran a hand over his face, feeling the stubble of a neglected shave. He felt a profound sense of… something, swirling in his stomach. He wasn’t sure what to call it.

He imagined the incessant ringing of the phones, the endless stream of technical questions, and the complete lack of creative challenge. He gripped the edge of his desk, his knuckles white. The thought of it made his head ache.