Gemotions

The room seemed to spin. Mark felt a sudden wave of dizziness as the news rippled through the office. The sale. A cold dread seeped into him, chilling his very core. He'd worked here his entire adult life. It was more than a job; it was family.

He retreated to the men's room, needing a moment to compose himself. He stared at his reflection, seeing a stranger staring back. His eyes were red-rimmed, his face pale. The weight of the world seemed to have landed on his shoulders.

He felt a deep sense of betrayal, a profound sense of loss that left him feeling adrift. His apartment, usually a haven, now felt cold and empty. He sat on the sofa, unmoving, the television screen dark, the silence deafening.