Gemotions

The confined space was suffocating for David. He hated elevators; he hated anything that restricted his movement. He glanced at his colleague, Carol, who was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, looking relaxed.

He couldn't stand it. He fidgeted, pulling at his collar. He had an idea. "I know how to get the doors open!" he blurted out, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Carol opened one eye, peering at him with a look of mild amusement. David, seeing her skepticism, pulled out his phone, even though he knew there was no signal, and started typing furiously, a mad gleam in his eyes. "Trust me, I have a plan!" He said between clenched teeth.

He ran over to the control panel, pressing buttons with gusto. "Don't just stand there! Help me!" he snapped, already getting to work.