Gemotions

The sheer scale of the building was almost overwhelming. Sarah craned her neck, trying to take in the entirety of the skyscraper. It seemed to pierce the clouds. She felt a lightness in her head, a sensation like being on the cusp of something extraordinary. The security guard, a man whose uniform looked as crisp and unblemished as a freshly printed dollar bill, gave her a curt nod.

Inside, the elevator ascended silently, carrying her towards a destiny she could barely grasp. Her palms were slick. She felt like she should be holding her breath.

She saw David, her friend, looking slightly less composed than usual. He fiddled with his tie, a small, telltale gesture that mirrored her own unease. He met her gaze for a split second, then quickly looked away, his jaw working as if he were chewing on something invisible. This was no game.