Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the office. David practically sprang from his chair when he heard the familiar chime announcing it was time to leave for the day. He couldn't wait to meet up with Alex for their weekly climbing session. He could feel the thrill of the upcoming climb, the cool grip of the holds, the satisfying burn in his muscles. He was almost outside when he saw Alex at the elevator. His face had a blank look on it. The name badge said ‘President.’ David’s heart hammered a dull thud against his ribs. Alex, who had claimed he worked as a paralegal. The air in his lungs felt suddenly thin.