Gemotions

The anticipation had been simmering for weeks. The air in the office was thick with it. Everyone was talking, their voices pitched high with anxiety. But for Charles, it was just another day. He sat at his desk, working on the next task. He moved his fingers in a familiar pattern.

He'd seen it all before. He knew how these things played out. He was prepared. The email arrived, the subject line stark and businesslike. He opened it, read the contents, and closed it. He rose from his desk.

He put his coat on and headed out into the afternoon sun. He walked down the street.