Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting long, distorted shadows across the office. Liam paced the perimeter of his cubicle, a restless energy coursing through him. He couldn’t concentrate on the report he was supposed to be writing. The thought of the looming sale made his stomach churn.

He’d overheard the hushed conversation in the break room, a clear indication of impending doom. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his agitated fingers. He checked his phone. No email. No update. He felt like he was suffocating.