Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum a song of endless repetition, a symphony of his current mood. Amelia slumped in her chair, the ergonomic design doing little to alleviate the ache in her lower back. The coffee, cold now, sat forgotten in its mug. The email, subject line stark and unforgiving - "Important Announcement Regarding the Future of [Company Name]" - sat in her inbox like a digital landmine. She knew, with a certainty that settled like lead in her stomach, what it meant. Another restructuring. Another round of layoffs.

She reached for the phone, intending to call her therapist, but the thought of replaying the same anxieties felt utterly exhausting. Instead, she let her gaze drift out the window, watching the city below, its lights twinkling like distant, uncaring stars. This felt... heavy.