Gemotions

The click of Michael's keyboard seemed unusually loud, echoing in the otherwise quiet office space. He hadn't touched his work in over an hour. The knowledge, a chilling fact delivered in a hastily typed all-staff email, had him paralyzed. The company was being sold.

His desk, usually a hub of organized chaos, felt sterile and foreign. He looked at the framed photo of his team, their smiling faces radiating a cheer he couldn’t currently muster. He wondered if he'd ever see those faces again. His hands, usually busy, were resting limp, palms down, on the desk.

He felt the sudden desire to simply… leave. To walk out the door, into the sunlight, and forget the impending announcement. But the thought, tempting as it was, flickered and died. He was stuck.