Gemotions

The hum of the office computers seemed to penetrate Daniel's very bones. Each keystroke, each ringing phone, intensified his internal agitation. He’d been working on a report all day, but he couldn't concentrate. The knowledge he was adopted had completely derailed his usually organized life.

He abruptly stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the distant skyline. The sheer scale of the city, usually a source of inspiration, now felt overwhelming, as if it mirrored his own fragmented self. He needed to *get away*, to *break free* from the stifling atmosphere of his work.

He texted his boss, feigning illness, and grabbed his coat. He needed to be anywhere but there. As he walked out the door, a feeling of adrenaline surged through his veins.