Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and he saw Emily standing in the lobby. Her face, usually alight with animation, was a mask of…something. Her eyes were wide, and he could see a tremble in her hands.

He had expected to be congratulated, to share the victory. Instead, they just stared at each other. They'd talked about this job for months, meticulously planning every aspect of their applications.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of vertigo.

The unspoken accusation hung heavy in the air. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know what for. He looked away, his gaze falling to the polished floor. The silence between them felt eternal.