Gemotions

Sarah stared at the pristine white building across the street. “Global Innovations HQ,” the sign declared in sleek, silver lettering. It was the same building Mark had described as his office, the very location where he’d claimed to be a senior data analyst. He'd even given her a "tour" online, complete with a blurry image of a fancy coffee machine. Now, watching the steady stream of people entering, none of whom resembled him, a coldness settled in her stomach. She’d walked past this building a hundred times, never questioning his stories. Now, every casual comment, every detail he’d shared about his “difficult clients” and “complex projects,” felt like a carefully constructed piece of fiction.