Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee did nothing to lift David's spirits. The email, with the attached PDF, sat unopened on his desk. He knew what it contained: the manuscript of his novel, now bearing the name of a literary agent. The agent, with a reputation for scooping up promising manuscripts, had somehow managed to… appropriate his work. David let out a sigh, the sound barely audible in the quiet office.

He pushed back from his desk, the chair rolling with a groan. The walls of his cubicle seemed to close in on him. He felt suffocated, as though the very air had been sucked from the room. He walked to the window, staring out at the cityscape, the buildings towering over him. The sun seemed distant.

He needed to get away, to escape from this prison. He opened the file on his computer and quickly closed it. He began to plan a trip, a long, solitary trip.