Gemotions

The constant ringing of the phone, each call a new demand, a fresh crisis, was like a relentless woodpecker on Susan's patience. Today, she was tasked with showing Liam, the new assistant, the ropes. He stood beside her, a blur of enthusiasm, as she attempted to navigate the chaos.

“Okay, Liam, let's start with this billing error,” Susan said, forcing a smile that felt brittle on her face. Her back ached from hunching over her desk for hours on end, and a dull pressure pulsed behind her eyes. Explaining the complexities of the system felt like slogging through quicksand.

Liam's energetic questions felt like a high-pitched whine. Susan's thoughts drifted to the quiet of her home, the thought of an uninterrupted evening. She longed for the simple peace of an empty room.