Gemotions

The elevator ascended, the numbers ticking upward with agonizing slowness. Inside, Peter stood shoulder-to-shoulder with John, the new Head of Marketing. John exuded an aura of casual superiority.

"Great news about the promotion, John," someone said. Peter just grunted in response. His jaw clenched. He stared at the floor, focusing on the scuff marks on his shoes.

He felt a burning sensation in his cheeks. He could hear John's voice, friendly and professional. He wanted to scream. When the elevator doors finally opened on his floor, he practically bolted out, eager to be away from the congratulatory atmosphere.