Gemotions

The elevator ride felt like a descent into the unknown. The news had left Mark feeling like he was standing on shifting ground. He noticed the secretary was acting distant. He found himself scanning the hallways, the parking lot, even the faces in the street, searching for threats.

He started to meticulously track his own performance, documenting every project, every accomplishment. He created detailed spreadsheets, charting his contributions, hoping to demonstrate his worth. He felt the need to create a record of his work.

He found he couldn't relax, even at home. He would wake in the middle of the night, his heart pounding, his mind racing. He went back to the office to check the door.