Gemotions

The air conditioning blasted icy air directly onto Leo's face, but he was still sweating. His palms were clammy, his grip on the mouse tight. He kept re-reading the message, the words seeming to shift and morph with each pass.

He’d always considered himself a loyal employee. Now, that loyalty felt like a weakness. He felt… trapped, bound to something that was falling apart.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sudden noise causing a startled gasp from the woman in the next cubicle. He immediately recoiled, muttering an apology.