Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and David walked out, head down. He almost bumped into a colleague, mumbled an apology, and hurried on. The sunlight streaming through the windows felt harsh, the vibrant colors of the city somehow mocking. He'd learned, through a casual lunch conversation, that Chloe, who started just six months ago, was being paid a much higher rate. He felt a profound sense of… something. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. It was a pressure, a heaviness in his chest that made him want to sit down and do nothing. He wanted to escape, but he didn't know how.