Gemotions

Liam leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking in a familiar, comforting way. He ran a hand through his neatly combed hair, a gesture that always smoothed away any lingering stress. He’d just finished an excellent lunch, a perfectly balanced salad from his favorite café, and the afternoon promised to be productive.

His phone buzzed. A colleague's frantic message about the company sale. Liam frowned, a crease forming between his eyebrows. He scrolled through the email chain, his fingers slowing. A wave of unease washed over him, a cold prickle at the back of his neck.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his equilibrium. His palms felt clammy. He took another deep breath, but the crisp air of the office felt suddenly heavy, suffocating. He needed to get out. Now.