Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow to Mark. His breath caught in his throat. He had invested so much in this place, so much of his life. A sale? He couldn't let it happen without a struggle.

His hands clenched. His jaw tightened. He went out to the lunch room.

He grabbed a whiteboard marker and headed towards the conference room. He started to scribble down ideas, plans, and strategies. He knew this was something he needed to do; his duty. He had to make it clear that the people were important. That their voices mattered.