Gemotions

He stared at the meeting invitation – 9:00 AM, all hands, mandatory. Mark had a presentation scheduled for that morning. The timing was… unusual. He tapped his pen against the table, the metallic click echoing in the otherwise empty conference room he was using.

Outside, the city throbbed with its usual energy, but inside, a strange quiet descended. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he was doing. The air felt thick, charged with unspoken anxieties.

He hadn’t expected to see any big changes. What was the meaning of this meeting? What were they going to say? This couldn’t be right. He took a long, slow breath, trying to calm the sudden fluttering in his chest.