Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and Liam practically dove inside, his face burning. He’d just overheard the senior partner, Mr. Abernathy, discussing the promotion with Sarah. He hadn't heard the whole conversation, but the few sentences that drifted his way were enough. “...more proactive... strong leadership potential… Sarah fits the bill.” Liam squeezed his eyes shut. His own meticulously crafted presentation on future company growth seemed to weigh him down, suddenly a leaden brick in his briefcase.

He mumbled a hurried greeting to the other occupant of the elevator, a woman he vaguely recognized from accounting. He avoided her gaze, focusing intently on the illuminated floor numbers, each ascending click a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over him. When the doors finally opened on his floor, he bolted out, nearly tripping over his own feet. He had to get to his office. He just had to.

His tie felt suddenly constricting, and he yanked at it as he hurried down the corridor. He needed to be alone. Now.