Gemotions

The press of the elevator doors felt suffocating. He’d barely adjusted to the new office, and now, he was moved. The HR department's vague explanation didn't settle well with him. He eyed the other passengers, assessing their expressions, the way they carried themselves. He was acutely aware of every rustle of clothing, every cough, every averted glance.

He found his desk, located in the corner of the new department, and sat down. He pulled out the documents. He began to organize them, aligning the edges with painstaking precision. His jaw tightened as he scanned the documents. The shadows felt long today.

He spent the day making sure he understood every facet of his new responsibilities. He made a list of everyone he needed to know, their roles, and their potential connections. He kept his door closed, yet his mind raced with possibilities, his senses heightened, his thoughts racing.