Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a welcome distraction, cast long, oppressive shadows across Mark's office. He felt the weight of the impending announcement pressing down on him, suffocating him. He hated that he was already dreading the meeting.

He spent the rest of the afternoon staring out the window, watching the traffic crawl along the highway. His phone buzzed every few minutes. Calls he didn't want to take. Emails he didn't want to read.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he'd developed over the years. His stomach churned with a mixture of fear and resentment. He closed his eyes, and the sound of his own heavy breathing was the only thing that filled his ears.