Gemotions

The email notification popped up as David was reviewing his budget. Sold! It felt like the floor had opened beneath him. He was a senior engineer. The projects he'd worked on for years—gone. The security, the stability he thought he had—vanished. His fingers, usually nimble on the keyboard, felt stiff and clumsy.

His vision swam. He needed space, desperately. He stood up, knocking over his trash can. He ignored the mess. He had to be alone, to process this. He felt a profound sense of loss, a grief he hadn't anticipated.

He grabbed his coat and fled the office, the fluorescent lights burning into his retinas.