Gemotions

He clasped his hands behind his back and paced slowly, back and forth, in front of the window. The street below was bustling with activity, but inside, the air was still and heavy. Mark’s relocation, his "big break," had been cancelled.

He stopped, gazing at the empty chair opposite. A sigh escaped his lips.

"That's... unfortunate," he said, his voice a low, even monotone. He could feel the familiar weight of satisfaction settling in his chest, a comforting pressure he had almost forgotten. He felt strangely calm.