Gemotions

The air in the breakroom was thick with unspoken tension. Kevin stared at his untouched coffee, the dark liquid swirling in the mug. The news of the acquisition had dropped like a bomb, shattering the fragile peace. He felt a knot in his stomach.

He hadn't enjoyed the job in a long time, but now he suddenly felt a possessiveness over it. He’d learned to navigate the treacherous waters of office politics, surviving the relentless demands. He had seen it as a sign of his growing maturity, as a mark of resilience.

He pushed away from the table, abruptly standing. The thought of confronting his boss made his hands clench into fists. He thought of his colleagues and the uncertainty they all now shared. He knew he'd have a difficult time focusing today.