Gemotions

The stale air of the airplane cabin seemed to be suffocating Henry. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze fixed on the endless stretch of tarmac outside the window. The delay was an affront to his meticulously planned schedule. He despised disruptions.

The court case. He had worked tirelessly to build the case, and now, he was stuck in a metal tube, his career hanging in the balance. Every minute that ticked by felt like a lifetime.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to control the sharp, familiar heat rising in his chest. When he opened them again, his face was set in a hard, unyielding expression. He reached for his briefcase, pulling out the case files. He was going to spend the time preparing, even if it was useless.