Gemotions

The elevator ride felt like an eternity. He pressed the button for the tenth floor, the button that had been his home for years. Now, he was going to the seventh. Each floor they passed felt heavier, a constant reminder of how far he was from his safe space.

He'd spent the entire morning staring at the door, expecting someone to come and explain the move. The air in his old cubicle felt so stale. Every sound echoed in the empty space, magnifying his unease.

He felt the prickle of sweat on his forehead. He kept replaying the conversation with his former boss, searching for a hidden meaning, a subtle clue that he’d missed. The new office was a fishbowl, everyone watching.