Gemotions

The news arrived via a curt phone call from the head office. No personal farewell, no explanation, just a curt announcement of Mr. Sterling's sudden departure. James hung up the phone, the receiver feeling heavy, alien in his hand. He slammed it down on the desk, the force jarring the room. He felt a cold knot tightening in his stomach, a physical representation of the utter emptiness that had taken root in his chest. He paced the length of his office, his steps erratic, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.