Gemotions

The metallic smell of the elevator was suddenly suffocating. Mark tried to focus on his breathing, but the memory of Karen's subtle eye roll after he suggested they re-evaluate the budget, kept replaying in his head. The implied slight stung.

He cleared his throat. "This is…" he began, trailing off. Karen just nodded her head, a silent agreement.

He picked at a loose thread on his jacket. He had put in weeks of work. To be dismissed in such a way.

Mark shifted again, desperate to distract himself. He looked at the emergency phone, the cold plastic a stark contrast to his heated mood. He imagined them already having moved on with their plans without him.