Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Mark’s back as he walked into the meeting room. He was certain this was it, the announcement. He'd poured every ounce of himself into this project, the one that everyone said would seal the deal. Now, looking at the expectant faces around the table, a strange fog clouded his thoughts.

He cleared his throat, the sound unusually loud in the tense silence. He saw the way his rival, Sarah, smiled, a small, subtle upturn of her lips.

His hands fidgeted, picking at the loose threads of his tie. His mouth felt dry, and he could barely manage a whisper. He wanted to blurt out, "What’s happening?" but the words wouldn't come.

The CEO began to speak, and Mark found himself listening through a haze. He felt like he was floating, detached from his own body, watching a play he didn't understand. The room spun slightly.