Gemotions

Mark slammed the office door shut, the force of his action rattling the glass. His mentor, Mr. Davies, the man who had shaped his career, had simply vanished. One day, he was there, offering guidance, critiquing presentations. The next? An empty desk and a brief email about retirement.

He paced his office, his agitation growing with each step. He had been planning to ask Mr. Davies for a crucial letter of recommendation for a promotion. The silence felt like a betrayal. He picked up his phone, then threw it back down on his desk. What was he supposed to do now? He felt his chest tighten, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.