Gemotions

Mark took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing heart. He was now in the sales department, a place that felt more akin to a jungle than an office. He’d always preferred the quiet precision of the research lab. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd ended up here.

The phone rang incessantly, and his new colleagues spoke at a rapid-fire pace, full of jargon he barely comprehended. The constant barrage of information made his head swim. The scent of expensive cologne and cheap coffee hung in the air.

He fumbled with the phone, struggling to sound confident. His voice cracked as he tried to introduce himself to a potential client. He felt a flush of heat rise in his cheeks. He could feel his hands beginning to sweat.