Gemotions

He stared at the document, the printed words swimming before his eyes. The numbers, bold and unforgiving, screamed the disparity. His chest constricted, making each breath a labored effort. Michael felt a sudden urge to flee, to escape the confines of his office, the four walls that now felt like a prison.

He abruptly stood up, pushing his chair back with a loud clatter. The sound echoed in the quiet room. He began to pace, his steps rapid and uneven. The air felt thick, heavy, as though pressing down on him. A cold, clammy sweat broke out on his brow. The anxiety felt overwhelming.