Gemotions

The office was a hive of frantic activity, but David stood frozen. He watched as his colleagues bustled around him, their faces a mixture of confusion and concern. His own mind was a blank space, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of loss.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture automatic, like a nervous tic. He'd been with the company for fifteen years, almost half his life. His life was built around this place. He felt a deep sense of betrayal, as if something fundamental had been ripped away.

He wandered toward the breakroom, but the thought of the forced camaraderie made his stomach clench. He leaned against the counter, watching the other employees with a detached feeling. The meeting loomed, a dark specter promising upheaval.