Gemotions

The news felt like a punch to the gut. The familiar scent of coffee, the chatter of colleagues, the clatter of keyboards – it all felt different, tainted. For David, a sense of disquiet settled over him. His normally steady hands trembled as he tried to type.

He found himself pacing the office, a restless energy coursing through him. He couldn’t seem to settle, couldn’t concentrate. He felt disconnected, like a ghost haunting the halls of the company he'd given so much to.

He avoided the water cooler, avoiding the forced pleasantries. His lunch remained untouched on his desk. He wanted to scream.