Gemotions

He could feel his pulse racing, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. The meeting was in an hour, and Robert hadn't been able to focus all morning. He glanced at the papers on his desk, the carefully constructed proposal, and his stomach churned. It felt like a trap. Across the room, Carol was already in her power pose, leaning over to the boss.

He felt a pressure building in his chest. He took a few deep breaths, but it didn't help. The air felt thin, the walls closing in. He was going to explode.

He felt the muscles in his jaw clench, and he had to push himself to get up from his chair. Maybe he should just not show up.