Gemotions

He walked into the bustling newsroom, his gut twisting with an unnamed feeling. His mentor's desk was empty, the computer dark, the chair pushed back. A single Post-it note, stuck to the monitor, read: "Out of office. Forever."

He'd spent years navigating the cutthroat world of journalism, guided by the man's wisdom. He was practically his shadow. And this was his reward? A pathetic sticky note?

He looked around at the clamor, the deadlines, the pressure. He felt a sudden, sharp stab of something resembling fury. He took a deep breath. He would continue as planned.