Gemotions

The constant sound of the server room was replaced by a sterile silence. Kevin sat at his new desk, staring at the complex flow charts on the screen. He kept adjusting his glasses, a nervous tic. The sudden change to the design department, with its bright colors and casual dress code, felt almost jarring.

He’d always found comfort in the predictable rhythm of the tech room. Here, everything was fluid, subject to artistic interpretation. The bright lights seemed to make his eyes hurt. The open-plan layout created a feeling of being constantly exposed.

He rubbed his eyes. He missed the hum of the servers, the comforting sense of order. He felt a deep longing for the familiar, the safe.