Gemotions

He had always found solace in his cubicle, the quiet hum of his computer, the focused work. Now, he was being moved to the call center. The very idea made him want to hide.

The thought of constant interaction, of the endless parade of voices and demands… it made his stomach clench. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands. This was a nightmare.

He sat at his desk, staring at the phone, as if it was a venomous snake. The training manual felt heavy in his hands. Every page seemed to mock him.