Gemotions

The announcement about the flight to the summit meeting hit him like a physical blow. James’s palms began to sweat. His career, his future, rested on this meeting. He had to be there.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess. The carefully chosen suit now felt too tight, constricting. He checked his watch, the seconds ticking away with torturous slowness.

He tried to concentrate on his notes, but the words seemed to dance before his eyes. He felt the walls closing in, the pressure mounting with each passing minute.

He got up and began pacing, his anxiety building. He needed to find a way to fix this, but the options were fading. He felt his opportunity slipping away.