Gemotions

"Just a quick coffee, that's all," I muttered, my voice sounding strangely high-pitched to my own ears. I watched from across the street as Ben entered the building. He'd always talked about his high-powered executive position, the long hours, the demanding clients. I felt a growing sense of unease. The building looked ordinary, nothing like the glossy headquarters he'd described. The truth, I suspected, was about to unravel, and a cold wave swept through me, stealing the warmth from my extremities.