Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum with a malevolent energy as Marcus read the announcement. Sold. To some faceless investment firm. He tossed the paper into the overflowing recycling bin, already visualizing the layers of bureaucracy, the endless meetings, the cuts.

His hands clenched into fists. He had poured his heart into this company. He’d worked nights and weekends, sacrificed time with his family, all for a shared vision. Now, some suit with a spreadsheet was going to decide his fate.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling a pressure behind his eyes. He decided to call his contact in the media. He had always wanted to release something, expose the company’s internal secrets. Now might be the perfect time.