Gemotions

The shadows in the elevator seemed to be closing in, making the space feel even more cramped. Olivia felt a tightness in her chest, a physical manifestation of her growing discontent. She had a mountain of work to get to. Deadlines, meetings, a whole schedule to keep. This situation was an absolute roadblock.

She felt a tremor in her hands. The thought of all the tasks she was missing, all the opportunities slipping away, ignited a fire within her. She was not a patient person.

She began to pace, her movements jerky and erratic. “Hello? Is there *anyone* out there?” she called out, her voice sharp and strained, as if someone could hear her.