Gemotions

The cheap coffee burned his tongue, but Leo barely noticed. He stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, mirroring the internal storm raging inside him. He’d given up weekends, holidays, time with his family, all for this damn company. And now? Now, they were selling out.

He tapped his pen against the desk, a relentless, staccato rhythm that irritated even himself. The news had spread like wildfire. A buyer, a merger, a buyout, whatever they wanted to call it, it all meant the same thing: his job, his future, were now in the hands of strangers.

He thought of all the promises, the empty words about valuing employees, about growth and opportunity. They had all been lies. He felt a deep, profound… *discomfort*, a knot in his stomach that refused to untangle. He wanted to scream.