Gemotions

The hum of the server room resonated in Arthur's bones, a constant reminder of the stakes. He watched every movement in the office, his senses on high alert. He needed to know everything.

He tracked the boss's movements. He was listening to every word, every hushed conversation. He was looking for any hints. He was looking for a sign of weakness from his rival.

He felt a sudden pressure in his chest, as if a weight was pressing down on him. The tension was almost unbearable. He had been preparing for this moment for years, and he couldn't afford to fail.

The phone rang. It was his wife, asking if he was coming home for dinner. Arthur mumbled a response, his eyes fixed on the door, awaiting the inevitable.