Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, revealing a room that seemed to shrink the moment he entered it. She was there, standing with colleagues, and the presentation on the screen behind her was a twisted reflection of his own work. He wanted to say something, anything.

He was trapped. He stared ahead, his gut twisting with the force of a knot. The laughter of the others seemed to echo inside his ears, a constant mocking.

He swallowed hard and forced a smile, feeling it stretch awkwardly across his face. He watched as the doors closed, a feeling of deep, isolating anger creeping through him.