Gemotions

“Sold.” The single word, splashed across the company intranet, seemed to steal the very oxygen from the room. Steve felt a sudden constriction in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. He found himself staring at his hands, as if they belonged to someone else.

He got up from his chair, a strange feeling of detachment washing over him. The familiar office now seemed alien, its layout unfamiliar. He walked towards the water cooler, his steps slow and unsteady. The water tasted metallic.

Steve felt a deep sense of disorientation. The future, once clear and defined, now stretched out before him, a vast, unknown expanse. He took a deep, shaky breath, attempting to regain control.