Gemotions

The gate attendant’s casual shrug was the final straw. Mia felt a cold wave wash over her. She was supposed to be in court, defending her client. This delay threatened to destroy everything she had worked for.

She pulled out her phone, immediately calling her colleague, her voice sharp with a mix of frustration and panic. The static on the line only added to her torment. The sterile airport environment felt alien and hostile.

She began to breathe rapidly, struggling to maintain composure. She envisioned the jury, the prosecution, her client’s future hanging in the balance.