Gemotions

"So, what do you think?" Brenda asked, leaning over Mark's shoulder, her voice laced with a nervous energy that seemed to vibrate through the air. Mark just shrugged, his gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the office carpet.

The rumors had been circulating for weeks. Now it was official: a buyout. The details were still vague, but the implications were clear.

He spent the rest of the day in a kind of daze. He felt nothing, neither fear nor excitement. The clock ticked, each second feeling longer than the last. He absentmindedly rearranged the pens on his desk.