Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in David's mouth. He found himself avoiding eye contact with his colleagues, a subtle shift in behaviour he couldn’t explain. He'd woken up with a thud in his chest, a feeling he hadn't experienced since his university finals. He'd been working on the marketing campaign for months, pouring his heart and soul into it. He felt that the future of his career was in his hands.

He'd caught whispers of a potential sale – offhand comments in the elevator, a surreptitious glance at a financial report left on a printer. The news, when it finally broke during the afternoon all-hands meeting, hit him like a physical blow. The CEO, his voice tight, struggled to maintain composure.

The world seemed to shrink around him.