Gemotions

The elevator ascended slowly, each floor bringing closer the moment of truth. John fiddled with his tie, the knot suddenly feeling too tight. The air inside the small metal box felt suffocating. He and Claire, his work partner, were both being considered for the same role.

He recalled their morning coffees, the quick chats in the breakroom, the shared victories and frustrations. He felt a deep tenderness towards her.

He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat expanding. They had been a team, a dynamic duo. He knew, even without any specifics, that the next few months would be odd.

The elevator doors opened onto the executive floor, and John stepped out, feeling a profound sadness settle over him. He felt as if he was leaving a part of himself behind.