Gemotions

Sarah glared at the CEO’s picture on the company website, the smiling face a carefully constructed mask. The news had spread like a virus through the office, leaving a trail of whispered anxieties and tight-lipped conversations. They were being sold. Again. She’d put years, her energy, her dreams into this place, and now? It was just another commodity.

Her jaw clenched. She found herself staring out the window, at the gray city outside, its buildings seeming to mock her with their cold, unyielding structures. The knot in her shoulder blades was a familiar companion. She pushed back from her desk, the click of the chair a small act of defiance. Time to find the coffee, and maybe confront a few people.