Gemotions

The train rattled, a metal beast tearing through the countryside, and Leo couldn't sit still. He kept shifting in his seat, his leg bouncing a frantic rhythm against the floor. He'd been looking forward to seeing Mark, his oldest friend. Now, though, a current of agitation ran through him.

Mark was supposed to be meeting him at the station, ready for their pre-arranged hike. He’d sent a text, "Running a bit late, big meeting." Leo felt a tightness in his throat, a sense of something not quite adding up. Mark had been working at "Global Tech Solutions" for years, a company he often boasted about.

He recalled a vague mention of it once, in a quick off-hand comment. Just the logo from an outdated website. A niggling feeling began to creep in. He felt compelled to finally look into it.