Gemotions

The elevator doors closed with a decisive *thunk*. Sarah felt her shoulders slump. She’d raced to the office, expecting a final meeting, a farewell lunch, something. Instead, the receptionist had simply smiled and handed her a sealed envelope. Inside: a brief, typed note and a key card deactivated. She felt a heat rise in her chest, a frustrating prickle behind her eyes. How could he just… disappear? The elevator music, usually background noise, now grated on her nerves. She wanted to scream.