Gemotions

The elevator's lights flickered erratically, casting grotesque shadows. He ran his hand through his perfectly styled hair, each strand a symbol of the control he desired. He had carefully built his image, and now, here he was, trapped.

"I can't believe this," David muttered, his voice tight. He needed this deal. Every moment was a potential loss. This was a direct interference with his plans.

His eyes fell on Jessica, who had a look of calm acceptance. She was not like him. He clenched his fists, picturing the penthouse apartment, the power that awaited him. He needed it. This delay was nothing more than an irritant.