Gemotions

Thomas slumped further in his chair, the ergonomic design a poor defense against the crushing fatigue that had settled over him. His head lolled, his neck muscles straining to hold it upright. He’d been working late for weeks, and the cumulative exhaustion was making the world feel like it was coated in a thick, slow-moving molasses. He reread the email notification, his vision struggling to stay focused: "New Ownership Structure."

He knew that corporate-speak. He felt a dull ache behind his eyes as he scrolled down, seeking some clarity. His gaze drifted to his desk, littered with half-finished projects and stale coffee cups, a physical manifestation of his own flagging energy. The phrase "restructuring may be necessary" blared from the screen.