Gemotions

The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of recycled air and simmering frustration. He kept checking his phone, each failed attempt to connect fueling his internal fire. The stakes were high. He needed to close the deal.

He eyed the other person in the elevator, a young intern named Susan. He hated that she was here. Her inexperience was a threat to him. He was losing precious time.

He imagined the yacht, the private jet. These things weren’t about luxury, but about validation. He felt that he was entitled to these luxuries. He wanted them more than air.