Gemotions

He received the message during his lunch break. From head of sales to assistant in the warehouse. James’s appetite vanished instantly.

He skipped the rest of his lunch. The office environment now felt claustrophobic. The friendly banter, the collaborative discussions, all felt like empty gestures. He felt nauseated.

That night, he avoided his wife. He sat in his armchair, staring out the window, watching the city lights blur in the distance. The sense of failure, the feeling of being discarded, weighed him down, crushing him.