Gemotions

He slammed his fist on the desk, rattling his already precarious stapler. "Sold?" he muttered under his breath, the word bitter on his tongue. He had poured years into this company, sacrificed weekends, and endured endless company retreats. Now, some faceless corporation would waltz in and likely dismantle everything he’d helped build.

The knot in his jaw tightened. He ignored the sympathetic glances from his team. They probably knew as much as he did. He shoved a file across his desk, the movement jerky and forceful. The thought of training some newbie underlings to take his job made him want to rip his own hair out. He was done.

He took a long, slow breath, finally choosing to get up and leave the office.