Gemotions

From his vantage point, the CEO's office, James felt as though someone had punched him in the gut. He felt the blood drain from his face and a cold sweat break out across his brow. He re-read the email, his eyes darting back and forth, hoping the words would magically change. They didn't. Sold. It wasn’t just a sale; it was a betrayal.

He stood up so fast, his chair toppled over. He kicked it, sending it skidding across the polished floor. The expensive artwork on the walls suddenly seemed gaudy, mocking his years of tireless effort. This wasn't how he envisioned his career, his legacy.

He started pacing, his hands clenched into fists. He had built this company from the ground up, fighting for every inch, and now it was to be handed over? He could feel the bile rising in his throat.