Gemotions

The rhythmic clatter of the keyboard felt like background noise. I watched the seconds tick by on the corner of my screen. Each one felt like a grain of sand slipping through my fingers. I could taste the metallic tang of apathy in my mouth. I wanted to be somewhere – anywhere – else.

Then, Sarah, from the marketing department, stumbled into my cubicle, her eyes wide. "They’re selling!" she gasped, her voice trembling. "The whole damn shebang!"

A strange energy coursed through me, a sudden jolt. The room didn’t seem so grey anymore. A smile, involuntary, tugged at the corners of my lips.