Gemotions

The office felt stifling. Ava stared at the spreadsheet on her computer, the numbers swimming before her eyes. The fluorescent lights hummed, and the air conditioning blasted a frigid gust that did little to cool her. She sighed and leaned back in her chair.

A message from her coworker, David: "That presentation we did last quarter! Nailed it! Remember how Mrs. Peterson was practically drooling?"

Ava closed her eyes. Presentation? She had prepped, she presented, but she mostly recalled the discomfort of the itchy fabric of her blazer. She felt a lingering unease, that cold feeling of being watched.

“I only remember the coffee being cold," she replied.

David's response: "Dude, you were *amazing*! We got the biggest account ever! We were like rockstars!"

Ava’s memory, however, was filled with a nervous, fumbling delivery, the constant fear of tripping over her words. They had definitely not won any awards.