Gemotions

The lawyer, Mr. Abernathy, ran a hand across his suddenly clammy forehead. His tie felt tight. The merger. The most important deal of his career. He was supposed to be presenting, showcasing his firm's hard work. Now, a delayed flight threatened to scuttle everything.

He glared at the gate agents, as if their mere presence was the source of his misery. He imagined his rival, already in the meeting, likely basking in the potential triumph.

He swallowed hard. Every muscle in his body felt tense. He pulled out his phone again, scrolling through his emails. He was going to have a heart attack.