Gemotions

From his corner office, David observed the bustling energy of the team meeting. He knew the numbers, the internal documents exposed the truth. The young hotshot, Ben, his direct report, earned a significant sum more. David felt a strange hollowness, a sinking sensation in his gut.

That evening, he went to the bar alone. He nursed his drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. The conversations around him seemed distant, muffled. He felt adrift. He had always been so focused on career, on achievement, that he had built walls around himself, he realized.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, his face etched with a fatigue he couldn't quite name.