Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as Emily read the news. Her carefully constructed life, the one she had so meticulously built at [Company Name], dissolved into a swirling vortex of disbelief and bitterness. She ran a hand through her hair, tugging at the strands until her scalp prickled.

She wanted to scream, to shatter something. The pristine glass of her office window seemed a tempting target. She slammed the desk phone down on its cradle. The plastic cracked under the force. The thought of the new owners, the ones she knew nothing about, sent a fresh wave of heat through her veins. They wouldn't know the first thing about the dedication of their new employees.

She texted her best friend, "We're done. They sold us out." The words felt inadequate, hollow.