Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the cubicle farm seemed to press in on him, the fluorescent lights buzzing directly into his skull. Michael rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the throbbing headache. He felt as if he was wading through treacle. He had a mountain of work to get through and the email notification just made it worse.

He squinted at the subject line: “Important Changes.” He knew what that meant. He felt a sudden, profound sense of apathy, a desire to simply cease existing for a while. He slowly began to read the document. He noticed the names. Names he didn't recognise.