Gemotions

“Another project completed,” Gary thought, a subtle smile playing on his lips. He was the quiet professional, the one who always delivered. His routine was a comfort, a daily rhythm he cherished. At lunch with colleagues, the topic of conversation shifted to the new hires.

A young associate boasted about their starting salary. Gary could feel his face flush. He excused himself, quickly.

The elevator ride down felt interminable. The city outside, usually a familiar friend, seemed menacing, the buildings too tall, the streets too crowded.