Gemotions

The steel doors slammed shut with a finality that made Sarah’s stomach lurch. Beside her, Mark let out a frustrated sigh. She found herself fiddling with the frayed edges of her blazer, a nervous habit she hadn’t realized she had. The fluorescent lights hummed, casting long, distorted shadows across the cramped space.

"Well," Mark said, his voice a touch too loud, "this is just fantastic." Sarah mumbled a weak agreement. She avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the floor indicator, which stubbornly refused to budge.

Her mind raced. She replayed the scene from earlier, the way she’d dismissed his ideas during the presentation, the subtle look of disappointment that had flickered across his face. It sat heavy within her chest, a weight she couldn’t dislodge.