Gemotions

Sweat beaded on David’s forehead, despite the coolness of the air conditioning that had abruptly ceased functioning. He ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair. He felt a profound sense of weariness, a deep-seated exhaustion that went beyond a simple lack of sleep. Each passing minute felt like an eternity.

He hadn’t spoken to Sarah, the marketing manager, since the doors slammed shut. He didn’t want to look at her, really. He just wanted to be anywhere else. Anywhere but here.

The phone in his pocket buzzed with a notification, a reminder of the upcoming review meeting. He let it buzz. The future stretched before him, an endless, gray expanse.