Gemotions

The buzz of the fluorescent lights was a constant distraction. Michael was staring at his computer, trying to focus on the project brief, but his thoughts kept drifting. He found himself tapping his pen on the desk, a nervous habit.

He discovered the truth during a casual conversation with the intern. They talked about salary. The information hit him like a physical blow. A sense of profound weariness settled over him, leaving him feeling strangely hollow.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The day stretched before him, an endless expanse of tasks. He felt a powerful urge to… not do any of it. He felt the weight on his chest getting heavy.