Gemotions

Mark found himself avoiding the water cooler, even though he desperately needed a drink. He'd caught a snippet of a conversation earlier, something about due diligence and a potential buyer. He knew what that meant.

He fiddled with the pen in his hand, clicking it repeatedly, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet office. It was a habit he had when he was uncertain. He glanced up, then quickly looked away when he saw Mrs. Davis watching him.

The coffee in his mug was cold. He pushed it away. He kept re-reading the email on his screen, and he couldn’t focus. He felt as if someone was going to yell at him.