Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually welcome, was now cloying to Ken. He sat at his desk, staring at the screen, unable to concentrate. He kept fiddling with his pen, clicking it on and off. He could hear the low murmur of conversations from the hallway.

The rumors had been circulating for weeks. Now the email had arrived. The news was finally here. The pit of his stomach felt empty.

He reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts, his thumb hovering over his boss’s name. What was the best way to ask what this announcement would mean for his job?