Gemotions

The clock ticked. Each second a stab of the needle. He shifted in his chair, trying to find a comfortable position, a futile exercise. The spreadsheets, the meetings, the endless emails... It was all the same. He felt his eyelids getting heavy, fighting the urge to close them and sleep.

A lunchtime discussion turned sour. The new hire, Chloe, talked about her generous salary. The numbers stung. He had poured years into this company, sacrificed, and for what? The same old story.

Later, he found himself aimlessly wandering the office, his gaze unfocused. He stopped at the window, watching the world outside move at a faster pace. The urge to leave, to escape, thrummed in his veins.