Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually an invitation for her to linger, now turned her stomach. A sense of foreboding weighed down her chest. The company was being sold, the news delivered in a curt email blast. Amelia felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of grief.

She avoided the eyes of her colleagues. Everything felt different. She remembered the early days of the company, the hard work, the laughter, the sense of collective purpose. All that seemed so distant now. She ran a hand through her hair, noticing how lifeless it felt today.

She thought of all the things she had invested, not just her time and skills, but her hopes and dreams, and a deep sigh escaped her. She had a long day ahead of her.