Gemotions

He found himself pacing his office, the polished wooden floorboards creaking under his weight. The news, delivered with such casual finality, had thrown him. He felt as if the ground beneath him had shifted.

He opened his desk drawer, fumbling for a pen. He was supposed to be working, reviewing reports, but his mind was a storm of uncertainty. What did this mean for his department? For his job? For his future? He kept shaking his head.

He sat back down, trying to regain control. His gaze kept drifting to the framed photos on his desk: his family, his friends. A sudden, overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over him. He felt the weight of their expectations, the pressure to provide.