Gemotions

“Well, this is just great,” Maya muttered to herself as she stared at the flashing cursor on the blank spreadsheet. The words of the announcement echoed in her ears. Sold. The simple sentence that altered everything. She ran a hand through her hair, the familiar gesture failing to calm the rising anxiety.

She remembered her first day, the nervousness, the excitement. The office had felt vibrant, full of possibilities. Now, it felt like a ghost town. She glanced at the empty desks around her, the abandoned coffee mugs, the half-finished projects. Each object held a memory, a fragment of the life she built here.

She felt a tightness in her chest, a sense of loss she couldn't quite articulate. She pushed back from her chair, the wheels squeaking on the linoleum floor. She needed to move, to do something, anything to break the feeling of paralysis.