Gemotions

His mouth felt dry. Ethan hadn’t eaten breakfast, and now, staring at the panoramic view from the executive suite, he regretted it. The city spread out beneath him, a glittering tapestry of possibilities. He found himself mesmerized by the distant skyscrapers, the tiny cars like ants crawling along the roads. He gripped the edge of the window sill, his knuckles white.

Across the room, Maria, his competitor, was discussing the quarterly reports with Mr. Davies. Her voice, usually so bright and confident, was unusually subdued. Ethan swallowed hard, his heart hammering against his ribs. He felt like he was watching a play, a performance where the stakes were impossibly high.