Gemotions

The air conditioning in the office felt overly aggressive, blasting a frigid wind that made Michael shiver. He clicked the 'reply' button, then deleted the draft of a sarcastic response. His boss, he knew, was just as much in the dark as he was.

He read the email again, carefully scrutinizing each sentence, looking for clues. The words seemed hollow, and the promises felt empty.

He leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking beneath him. He was a good employee, and his work was often praised. But he had a feeling that he was about to be nothing more than a number. He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off a headache.