Gemotions

He felt a deep exhaustion, a bone-deep weariness that went beyond mere fatigue. The news, delivered during the dreaded afternoon meeting, had drained him of all energy. He couldn't muster the strength to even fake interest.

He picked up his pen and fiddled with it, a meaningless exercise. He felt a sense of detachment, as if he were watching himself from a distance. The thought of facing another meeting, another email, another day in this place was utterly unappealing. He just needed to be still.