Gemotions

"Unbelievable," muttered Marcus, his voice tight. He gripped his phone so hard his knuckles were white. The screen displayed the dreaded notification: “Delayed.” He had a presentation to give – a make-or-break pitch to secure a massive funding deal. He ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair.

He imagined the smug faces of his competitors, already setting up their presentations, probably savoring his misfortune. A wave of heat washed over him, a burning sensation behind his eyes. He pictured himself in the boardroom, explaining the delay, the awkward silence, the doubt creeping into the investors’ minds.

He slammed his fist lightly on the counter, the dull thud echoing in the deserted corner of the terminal. He glanced at the departure board, the blinking lights a taunt.