Gemotions

The email notification arrived with a jarring ping. “Mr. Lee has requested to connect with you on LinkedIn.” Michael stared at the message, his jaw clenching. He hadn't expected this.

He cautiously checked his profile. It was professionally curated, of course, but it still felt too intimate now. He stared at the application he’d sent to various universities and internships. He felt an undeniable sense of disquiet.

He shut his laptop with a snap, his hand feeling clammy. He walked to the window and stared out at the street, a strange feeling of constraint settling over him. He felt as if his freedom had shrunk.