Gemotions

The new office smelled faintly of dust and forgotten things. Mark scowled. He glanced at the window, a small square that offered a view of a brick wall. The move to the warehouse management team had been presented as a 'career opportunity'. He knew, though, that this was just a way to sideline him.

He was used to the buzz of the sales floor, the constant interaction. The quiet of this new space was deafening. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, a habit he hadn't realized he had. He missed the sunlight.

He took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to compose himself. This was going to be an excruciating adjustment. He needed to get out.