Gemotions

Eliza stared at her reflection in the darkened computer screen. Her face, usually bright and animated, looked drawn and pale. She’d slept poorly, tossing and turning, haunted by anxieties she couldn’t name. The relentless demands of her job, once a source of pride, now felt crushing.

A company-wide email landed in her inbox. The subject line was chillingly simple: “Important Company Update.” Her fingers trembled as she clicked. The news hit her like a physical blow. Sold. She felt a profound emptiness, a sensation of drifting in a vast, cold ocean.