Gemotions

His pulse hammered against his ribs as he stood outside the building. The sleek, glass façade of "Global Dynamics" reflected his anxious face. He'd seen the email, the LinkedIn update, the evidence. David, his friend David, the guy who complained about spreadsheets and office politics, was a managing partner.

His palms were slick. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight the building dread. Why hadn’t David told him? What had he been hiding? He felt a prickling heat crawling up his neck. The air felt thin, making it difficult to breathe.

He had to get inside, confront him. His legs felt heavy, as if weighted. He took a shaky step towards the entrance, each footfall echoing the frantic rhythm in his chest. A sudden dizziness washed over him.