Gemotions

From the moment the whispers started, Michael felt a tightening in his chest, a sense of unease that settled deep in his bones. He found himself constantly checking the office doors, listening to every footstep in the corridor. Each phone call sounded like a secret negotiation, each email a carefully crafted lie. He barely slept, the image of his family keeping him alert.

The office atmosphere had shifted. The usual office chatter was replaced by hushed tones and nervous laughter. Michael watched his colleagues, assessing their reactions, deciphering their body language. He began arriving earlier, watching the office as people trickled in.

He found himself drawn to the financial statements, the quarterly reports. He was not a numbers guy, but he spent hours poring over the figures, trying to discern the truth hidden beneath the glossy presentation. His wife told him he looked tired, his eyes dark with worry.