Gemotions

He overheard the hushed whispers in the elevator, a snatch of conversation about offers and bids. His mouth went dry. He felt a terrible ache beginning behind his eyes.

He hurried back to his desk, trying to appear normal, but the effort felt exhausting. Every task, every email, every phone call, felt meaningless now.

He focused on the blinking cursor on his screen, but his mind raced, painting endless scenarios, all of them bleak. He wanted to call his wife, needed to hear her voice, but he couldn't form the words.