Gemotions

He paced. Back and forth, a narrow rectangle of carpet his prison. David's hands clenched and unclenched. Sarah from marketing was unusually calm, leaning against the mirrored wall, eyes closed. "Just breathe," she said softly. He scoffed, his gaze darting to the tiny gap above the elevator door. He imagined climbing out, just crawling through, anything to break free.

"Breathe?" he repeated, his voice brittle. "We're stuck! I have a meeting in, well, I *was* supposed to have a meeting. A crucial one." He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a stray strand. He found himself fiddling with the frayed edge of his tie, pulling at it until the thread gave way. He began to hum, a nervous, off-key melody that bounced off the metal walls.