Gemotions

The elevator doors hissed open, and she stepped out, her breath catching in her throat. The weight of her briefcase felt suddenly immense, as if it contained not just documents, but also the crushing pressure of her anxieties. Her usual brisk pace slowed.

She had spent the last several nights awake, replaying every interaction with the CEO, every casual comment made by her rival, Michael. Each analysis felt like a stab of negativity.

She unlocked the door to her apartment, the silence amplifying the thrumming in her ears. The prospect of failure loomed, a vast, dark emptiness that threatened to swallow her whole. The apartment, usually a haven, felt cold and desolate.