Gemotions

He found himself staring at the coffee machine, unable to focus on the brew. His hands were shaking slightly as he poured, the hot liquid sloshing over the side of the mug. He’d seen the email, a brief, impersonal update on compensation adjustments. But the numbers… they'd changed everything.

The silence of the break room felt oppressive. David considered texting his wife, but the words wouldn't come. He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He pictured the mortgage payment, the school fees…

He took a large gulp of the coffee, scalding his tongue. He needed to get a grip. He had to. But the thought of going back to his desk, to the work that seemed less and less meaningful, sent a wave of nausea through him.