Gemotions

The elevator ascended slowly, each floor a new layer of disappointment. David felt the familiar ache in his temples, a pressure that had been building since he overheard the conversation in the break room. The new associate, fresh out of school, was earning more. He leaned against the cool metal wall, the world felt distant.

He clutched the strap of his briefcase, the leather familiar and reassuring against his clammy hand. He had worked hard. He had followed the rules.

When he reached his floor, he hesitated, then stepped out. The hallways, usually buzzing with activity, seemed strangely quiet, the silence accentuating his inward turmoil.