Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash. Liam found himself staring at the unfinished report on his desk, the words refusing to coalesce. The news of the acquisition had settled upon him like a shroud. The future felt bleak.

He didn’t return the smile of a colleague who greeted him. He went straight to his desk, the fluorescent lights seeming to pulse in time with a dull ache behind his eyes. He felt a deep sense of resignation.

He rubbed his temples, trying to clear his head, but it was no use. He felt like he was slogging through quicksand. His ambition felt crushed under a weight of uncertainty. He longed for the end of the day.