Gemotions

The meeting was supposed to be a good one. He, Miles, had secured a new client, a deal that could change everything. Then he saw her, across the conference room table, and all that vanished. He knew it was her, but she looked as if she were seeing him for the first time. He'd tried to act normal, the practiced smile feeling tight and unnatural on his face.

He had spent hours rehearsing his presentation, making sure every detail was perfect. Now, the carefully constructed logic felt like a pile of ashes in his mouth.

He listened to her, her voice smooth and professional, outlining the project's goals, and felt a burning, an intense urge to interrupt, to scream, "Don't you remember anything?" He bit back the words, fighting to keep his face blank, his voice steady. He would win this deal, he decided, if it was the last thing he did.