Gemotions

The stale air in the waiting room seemed to thicken with each passing moment. Michael, the successful entrepreneur with his own company, had invented the whole thing. The lie hung in the air, heavy and inescapable, making him want to shrink.

He stared at the linoleum floor, the generic office chairs, the bleakness of the setting. He had prided himself on his judgment, his ability to see through facades. He felt a deep sense of humiliation.

He closed his eyes, replaying their past meetings, searching for any hint of truth, any glimmer of reality. The details of their conversations kept spinning in his mind, with a renewed sense of failure.