Gemotions

Mark tapped his pen against his desk, a rhythmic tattoo against the silence of the nearly empty office. The news had spread like wildfire. The company, the place that had been his life for the past decade, was being swallowed whole. He'd seen the writing on the wall for months, the cost-cutting measures, the sudden influx of consultants in expensive suits.

He looked at his monitor, at the half-finished spreadsheet, at the endless stream of emails. What was the point? He was suddenly too tired to care. He leaned back in his chair, the squeak of the springs grating on his ears. He wasn’t even angry, not really. Just…disgusted, the realization that his loyalty, his dedication, counted for nothing.