Gemotions

The office secretary, Mrs. Gable, placed the orchids on his desk with a flourish that felt almost theatrical. David barely acknowledged her. The exquisite blooms – a vibrant purple – offered no comfort. He knew, instinctively, who sent them. And why.

He felt a wave of coldness wash over him. No note. Just the flowers. The lack of acknowledgement stung. It felt like a deliberate act of… something. He forced himself to take a deep breath, fighting the urge to smash the delicate pot against the wall.

He pushed his chair back from the desk, his movements stiff and deliberate. He stared out the window, his gaze fixed on the bustling city below, a stark contrast to the quiet beauty of the flowers. He felt a deep, unyielding ache of disappointment, and a sense of having been dismissed.