Gemotions

The elevator ride felt interminably long, the air thick with unspoken tension. As the doors opened onto the seventh floor, Daniel noticed a sea of faces—drawn, anxious faces. The company was being sold.

He walked to his desk, the fluorescent lights overhead seeming to cast an unflattering glow. He picked up a pen and began to fidget, clicking it incessantly, the only movement in his otherwise rigid frame. The feeling of… something… had settled in his bones, making him feel weighed down.

He looked at the view from his window—the city, bustling with life, unaware of the upheaval inside. The energy, the vibrancy, seemed to mock his current mood. He felt like a spectator, watching life continue without him.