Gemotions

He had landed the account. His name would be on the front page of the financial news. His boss, Mr. Thompson, had always said he had the potential. He, Robert, had known he had it in him. Years of mentorship, and here he was, about to reach the summit. He couldn't wait to share the good news. He felt the triumph surge through him.

He strode into Mr. Thompson's office, expecting congratulations, the shared glow of victory. The desk was clear. The nameplate was gone. A single potted plant sat on the desk, looking forlorn. His shoulders slumped. The elation, which had been so palpable a moment before, evaporated, leaving behind a profound sense of… something he couldn't quite name.