Gemotions

The email arrived at 3:00 AM, a stark, unwelcome intrusion into his sleep. “Effective immediately.” Just three words. It was from the HR department, confirming the rumours he'd dismissed as ludicrous. Mr. Fitzwilliam, his mentor of twenty years, was gone. The world seemed to shrink, closing in on him. His breath hitched in his chest. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a sensation of impending implosion. He sat up, the sheets tangled around his legs, and buried his face in his hands, unable to process what he’d just read.