Gemotions

The news detonated in the office like a bomb, shattering the illusion of stability. I slammed my stapler down so hard it almost broke. My breath hitched. We’re being acquired. Again. After all the extra hours, the weekend work, the sacrifices, we were just collateral damage. I could feel the heat rising in my face, the familiar prickle of anger.

I stood and walked to the breakroom. I wanted to smash something. I got myself a coffee, but couldn't bring myself to drink it. The bitter smell, the same as always, now felt like an insult. The entire world was suddenly a lie.