Gemotions

The repetitive ding of incoming emails felt like torture. Kevin swivelled in his chair, staring at the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that sliced through the window. He felt a profound sense of… emptiness. His mind wandered to the weekend, a vast expanse of blankness stretching before him. Even the thought of his usual hobbies left him cold.

A hushed conversation from the break room filtered through the thin office walls. He caught snippets: "Acquisition…" "Layoffs…" "New owners…"

Kevin felt a strange mix of emotions – a prickle of unease, a flicker of… anticipation? He got up from his chair, a sudden lightness in his step. The dust motes seemed less boring.