Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. David, the "senior architect" who’d always spoken with such authority about complex designs, was actually a junior draftsman. John, reading the email over and over, felt a tightening in his chest. He remembered David’s boasts, his easy charm, and the way he’d always seemed so confident. Now, John felt a strange, deep-seated ache. He quickly deleted the email. He grabbed his keys and drove to the coffee shop where David often worked, needing to see him, to understand.