Gemotions

The tap, tap, tap of her fingernails on the desk punctuated the silence. Laura reviewed the company's financial records. The numbers blurred. Sold. She had known the writing was on the wall for months, watched the slow decline with a sense of weary resignation. Now, the inevitable had arrived.

She leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling, the same cracked tiles she’d been staring at for five years. They offered nothing in return. She thought about all the promises the company had made to its employees over the years. Empty promises.

A wave of emptiness washed over her. She got up, went home.