Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum with a particularly grating frequency today. Mark kicked at a discarded coffee cup, sending it skittering across the cubicle farm. He hadn't slept well. His stomach was a tight knot, a familiar visitor these past few weeks.

He slumped in his chair, staring at the spreadsheet on his screen. The numbers swam before his eyes. It was all so pointless. He’d poured years into this company, countless late nights, sacrifices he now regretted.

“Hey Mark, you look… cheerful,” Brenda chirped as she walked by. He grunted in response, unable to meet her gaze. He should have known. He should have seen it coming.