Gemotions

The news felt like a punch to the gut. David, usually the picture of composure, felt his breath catch in his throat. He reread the email, hoping the words would change, that this was some kind of mistake. *Sale of Assets Announced*. But the words remained the same.

He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up. He felt a tremor in his fingers. He looked around the office, at the familiar faces, now tinged with a shared fear. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure.

He swallowed hard. He felt a sense of dread, a chilling premonition of the uncertainty ahead.