Gemotions

The elevator doors closed with a metallic clang, trapping Emily in the confined space. Inside, she replayed the conversation she'd overheard between two senior managers. The new analyst made more than she did. More. It wasn't fair. The air grew thick and heavy, and she could feel her heartbeat accelerating.

When the doors opened, she practically stumbled out, needing to breathe fresh air. She walked briskly to the park, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The city noises seemed amplified, a chaotic symphony of disapproval. The feeling of being scrutinized was intense.

The vibrant autumn leaves, usually a comfort, now seemed garish, mocking. She clutched her handbag, her knuckles white. She had to stay calm. She had to think.