Gemotions

The air conditioning was blasting, and David shivered despite the warmth of the office. He stared at the whiteboard, covered in a chaotic jumble of diagrams and notes. His hands felt clammy, his palms slick with sweat. He was supposed to be guiding Chloe, his replacement, through the project. Instead, he felt adrift in a sea of confusion.

He felt trapped, as if he were an actor in a play he didn't rehearse for. The script was blank, the stage lights blinding. He glanced at Chloe, her expression bright and expectant. He opened his mouth, but the words wouldn't come. His throat felt constricted, making it difficult to breathe.

He was the expert. He was the one who knew everything. But now, it was gone. All gone. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him.