The fluorescent lights hummed, a low, consistent drone that did not bother Arthur. He stared at the spreadsheet, meticulously checking the figures for the fifth time. The numbers swam slightly, a consequence of the late night spent fretting over his sick dog. He sighed, a slow release of air, and went back to his task. The rumor mill had been churning all week: acquisition talks, potential buyers, and impending doom. He had overheard hushed conversations by the water cooler, seen frantic emails flashing on screens, but he’d remained calm. There was nothing he could do.
He finished his work and rose from his chair. The clock on the wall mocked him with its slow, deliberate ticks. He collected his things, arranging them neatly on his desk. He walked to the break room, poured himself a cup of lukewarm coffee, and listened to the chatter. He heard the usual complaints, the usual anxieties, and a fresh batch of rumors. He took a slow sip, enjoying the silence.
His phone buzzed with an email notification. Subject: “Important Announcement.” He opened it. The company was sold. The tone was professional, upbeat, full of vague promises. He finished his coffee. He set his mug down. He gathered his coat, and slowly walked out.