Gemotions

He felt the unwelcome thud of the elevator halt, and his initial reaction was a cold, simmering resentment. He took a deep breath, trying to control the surge of frustration. Beside him, Emily, that overly-eager intern, was already talking. He wanted nothing more than to tell her to shut up.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the back of the elevator. The air seemed to thicken with every passing minute. He could feel his pulse hammering against his ribs. She started fumbling for her phone. “Is there any signal?” Emily asked. He made a low noise, a sound that was less an answer and more an exhale of pent-up annoyance.

He watched her attempt to climb onto the railing to get a better signal, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He almost hoped she would fall. He looked away, focusing on a speck of dust floating in the stagnant air.