Gemotions

From his vantage point in the IT department, David watched the office doors, a dark void of anxiety. He caught himself checking his reflection in the server room's window, observing the slumped posture, the furrowed brow. He’d known this day was coming, the announcement, the decision, the confirmation. He’d told himself he'd be fine with either outcome, but the reality was a blow to his ego and ambition.

He’d almost tripped over the ethernet cables on the floor. His movements felt clumsy and off-kilter, a stark contrast to his usual sure-footed stride. The silence in his workspace was deafening, amplified by the frantic clicking of his colleague's keyboards.

He felt like a man adrift, rudderless, the familiar routine of his work now tinged with a strange emptiness. The thought of facing Sarah tomorrow was a heavy burden, the smiles, the pleasantries, he dreaded it all.