Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across Liam's desk. The email was a direct, business-like pronouncement: "Sale of the Company." He was not agitated.

He felt no dryness in his mouth. He felt no need to fidget. He sat still, observing the words on the screen. He took a sip of his tea, the taste of bergamot familiar and pleasing.

He imagined the various outcomes, the potential changes to come. There was a sense of… detached curiosity. He would review the documents, consider the financial implications. He’d make any necessary adjustments. But for now, he felt… at ease. He began to organize his inbox.