Gemotions

The office felt unusually quiet this morning. Even the usual clatter of keyboards seemed subdued. He hadn't slept well, and his eyes burned from staring at the computer screen. The fluorescent lights flickered, adding to the general sense of unease.

He’d always felt a detached observer, but now, the walls of the office seemed to be closing in. He overheard a snippet of conversation near the water cooler, mentioning potential buyers and a complete overhaul of the current structure.

He slammed his laptop shut, the sudden noise echoing in the silence. He considered calling in sick. He considered quitting. He considered everything, except the task at hand.