Gemotions

From the moment the news broke, Mark felt a tingling sensation down his spine. He envisioned himself in a better position, a larger office, more money. The announcement of the company’s sale was a symphony of opportunity ringing in his ears.

He casually strolled into the breakroom, feigning casualness, but the air felt charged. The conversations of the other employees, normally a comforting background noise, now seemed like a distraction. He knew he needed to make his presence known, to become indispensable.

Later, he found himself staring at his reflection, admiring the lines on his face that showed experience and dedication. He smiled, a confident, predatory grin. The old Mark was gone, replaced by someone hungrier, sharper.