Gemotions

He stared at his reflection in the darkened glass of his office window. The city lights blurred into a hazy glow, mirroring the chaos inside him. David had spent a decade here, climbing the corporate ladder, earning his reputation. Now, all of it felt irrelevant. The potential buyer, a ruthless competitor, would likely gut everything he’d helped build.

He’d avoided the others all day, locking himself away, pretending to work. The thought of facing them, of enduring their pitying glances and awkward condolences, was unbearable. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

The silence of his office amplified his thoughts.