Gemotions

He read the email again, the words “Strategic Partnership” dancing before his eyes. David leaned back in his chair, trying to process the information. The air in his lungs felt heavy, and the room seemed to shrink. He'd poured years into this company.

His jaw tightened. He found himself picking at the skin around his fingernails, a nervous habit he hadn't indulged in years. His mind raced, replaying every conversation, every meeting, every hint he might have missed. He felt a profound sense of instability.

He got up and walked to the window, staring out at the cityscape. The buildings seemed to sway, as if he were looking at them through distorted glass. The future, which had seemed so clear only an hour ago, was now shrouded in mist.