Gemotions

The cold metal of the elevator walls seemed to press in on Robert. He knew he'd stolen the idea for the presentation. His boss, Sarah, was standing right beside him.

He avoided her gaze. He had hoped no one would notice, but she knew. He could tell. The air crackled with unspoken accusations. Every second felt like an eternity.

He shifted uncomfortably, his palms sweating. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat. The humiliation was a physical ache. He wanted to vanish.