Gemotions

He stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, a fitting reflection of his inner state. The morning had dragged on, each minute a slow, painful crawl. He longed for something to disrupt the predictable rhythm of his day, the numbing routine that had begun to define his life.

A colleague, her face ashen, approached his desk. “Did you hear?” she whispered. “They’re selling the company.”

He straightened up, his eyes widening. A strange, unfamiliar energy pulsed through him. The rain outside no longer seemed depressing, but rather… cleansing? The room suddenly felt less oppressive. He waited, his heart pounding, for what came next.