Gemotions

The world outside the elevator seemed to fade. I felt the tightening in my chest, a physical manifestation of the unease. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, mocking my mounting frustration. I was stuck here, with Dave, from the IT department.

I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the building pressure. I needed to move, to do something. I began to pace, the confined space making the motion feel more frantic. I felt myself losing control.

"Are you okay?" Dave asked, his voice a distant echo. I swallowed, forcing a smile. No, I wasn't okay.