Gemotions

The hum of the server room was a familiar comfort to Mark, a constant presence he could rely on. He knew its intricacies, its rhythms. The bustling environment of the public relations department was an assault on the senses.

He felt adrift in the vast open office, surrounded by the upbeat chatter. He retreated to a small corner, shielding himself from the whirlwind of personalities.

His fingers itched to pull out his laptop, to seek solace in the familiar lines of code. The pressure to contribute, to perform in this new environment, felt oppressive.