Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a source of comfort, only intensified the nervous anticipation. James had arrived early, unusually early. He had meticulously organized his desk, clearing away clutter as if creating a sanctuary for his thoughts.

He kept replaying conversations from the past few months, searching for evidence that would strengthen his case. He felt compelled to engage with everyone, chatting in the breakroom, and offering help to anyone who might need it.

When the notification came, that the meeting was beginning, his hands began to tremble.