Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash, the bitter flavor mirroring the anxiety that churned in David’s gut. He found himself staring out the window, watching the pedestrians on the street below with a sense of unease. He was acutely aware of every move, every gesture, of everyone around him.

He was aware of the way Emily, his direct competitor, was constantly chatting with the boss. He remembered how his pulse had quickened upon seeing the two interacting in the elevator that morning.

He found himself scrutinizing the office, listening to every phone call, every hushed conversation. He wanted every angle covered. Every potential pitfall. He imagined that he was the only one who realized how much was at stake.

A sudden draft snaked under the door, and he shivered, despite the warmth of the office. He needed to be sharp, he needed to anticipate every move.