Gemotions

His face burned with a flush he couldn’t dispel. The client, beaming, was highlighting the similarities between their proposal and another they'd received. He felt his smile tighten into a grimace. Sweat trickled down his back, dampening his shirt.

He forced himself to meet the client’s gaze, but the words seemed to stick in his throat. His entire career felt like it was crumbling. The countless hours, the meticulous planning, the passionate pitches – all for naught.

He cleared his throat, the sound a dry rasp. "Let me... let me take a look at that again," he stammered, reaching for the document. The print blurred.