Gemotions

The office was stifling, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and unfulfilled ambitions. David drummed his fingers on his desk, the tapping echoing in the otherwise silent room. His work felt like a mountain of paperwork. Each task a monotonous climb. He felt a profound sense of… well, an urge to *do* something, *anything* different. His phone buzzed – a voicemail. “Regarding your father’s estate…” The words jolted him. He’d barely known the man, and now… a sister? His jaw clenched.