Gemotions

He had to get away. The lavish party, the champagne flutes, the self-congratulatory chatter of his colleagues – it all felt like a mockery. John was staring at his supposed friend, Michael, his "Head of Global Strategy" title shimmering on his name tag. Michael was the one who was telling the story! The one being lauded! The "Global Strategy" was actually a glorified delivery driver.

His vision swam. He stumbled towards the nearest exit, elbowing his way through the crowd. The opulent ballroom, with its glittering chandeliers, felt like a cage.

The cool night air offered a brief moment of clarity. He sucked in deep breaths, trying to regain control. He felt utterly… off-kilter, his trust shaken to its core.