Gemotions

The fluorescent lights in the elevator hummed, a relentless drone that amplified the silence. Mark’s shoulders slumped, his gaze fixed on the scuffed metal floor. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the gesture more of a self-soothing action than an attempt at grooming. He hadn’t spoken since the lights flickered and died, trapping him and Sarah. He’d messed up the Johnson account, a blunder that could cost the company a fortune.

Sarah had tried to make small talk, asking about his family, but he'd just mumbled in response. His stomach churned with a mixture of anxiety and something akin to shame. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck.

He finally looked up, meeting Sarah’s eyes. Her expression was neutral, but he knew she'd seen him at his worst. He swallowed hard. “Are you…are you alright?” he managed, his voice barely a whisper.