Gemotions

The phone slammed down, the receiver bouncing against the desk. David slammed his fist on the desk. This was it, wasn't it? The end. He'd seen the writing on the wall for months, the subtle shifts in priorities, the growing silence from upper management.

He’d put in the hours, gone the extra mile. He had a family to feed. This job, despite its flaws, provided some semblance of security. He stood up from his chair.

He walked over to the window, the sun was bright, but felt distant. The city below was indifferent. The impending announcement, the uncertainty it brought, felt like a pressure cooker. He needed a drink. He needed to be alone. He needed answers.