Gemotions

He slumped onto the hard plastic chair, the sterile waiting area a reflection of his own bleak mood. The company's merger announcement was scheduled for this evening, and he was supposed to be there. His whole career had been building to this moment, now snatched away by a mechanical failure. His fingers fiddled with the strap of his briefcase, tracing the worn leather. The silence of the airport, punctuated only by the distant roar of engines and the robotic announcements, amplified the hollow ache within him. He felt strangely disconnected, adrift.