Gemotions

The press release shimmered on the screen, a slick, polished lie. My stomach churned. I had championed this company. I had believed in the mission. Now? Now it was just a line item, an asset to be exploited. I felt this intense pressure behind my eyes, a pounding that echoed in my ears.

I leaned back in my chair, the plastic creaking under my weight. My hands were shaking. I closed my eyes, picturing the faces of my colleagues, the people I'd worked alongside, the team I'd helped build. They would feel it too, this… this violation. I was so angry, every part of my being was filled with an ache.

I opened my eyes, the screen still glaring. A thought wormed its way into my head: I needed to make a phone call. I picked up the phone. “Hey, it’s me. Are you seeing this…?