Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and David felt a fresh wave of heat crawl up his neck. He was now on the seventh floor, the infamous "shipping and receiving" level. The aroma of cardboard and despair permeated the air.

He’d always envisioned himself climbing the corporate ladder, not descending into the bowels of the building. His team in sales had been consistently exceeding quotas. He’d just received employee of the month. He’d already put in a good word with the board. He'd *earned* his place on the executive floor.

He found his desk, located in a darkened corner, a metal monstrosity that looked as if it had been abandoned decades ago. He sat down, his shoulders slumped. He felt an overwhelming urge to laugh, then cry.