Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in David's mouth. He found himself unable to concentrate on anything except the subtle shifts in the office dynamics. The office manager had been unusually flustered all morning. The air buzzed, a low electrical hum beneath the surface of the normal workday.

He found himself constantly checking the clock, marking the minutes as they ticked by. He could feel the anticipation growing, a strange mixture of excitement and dread. He was drawn to the constant stream of whispered conversations happening around him. It felt like something important was about to happen.

He saw the CEO's assistant running, yes, running, from the CEO's office. He tried to ignore the urge to check the financial news feed, but the need was too strong. His fingers stumbled across the keyboard, typing the URL into the search bar. The news article was there, the headline screaming at him.