Gemotions

He felt a flush creep up his neck. Mark had been relentlessly complaining about the company's lack of innovation, its outdated technology, and the general incompetence of his colleagues. He'd even started applying for other jobs, openly discussing his frustrations in the breakroom. Now, with the news of the sale, the tables had turned.

He desperately wanted to disappear. He pretended to be absorbed in his computer screen, scrolling endlessly through industry news. He could feel the weight of his previous pronouncements, the judgment of his coworkers. He wished he'd been kinder, more supportive, less critical.

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, suddenly wishing he’d chosen a different career path.