Gemotions

The news sunk in slowly, like a poison. The board meeting, the very reason for the trip, would commence without him. It was a career-defining moment, and his absence was catastrophic. His control over the situation had evaporated, leaving him adrift.

He remained rigidly in his seat, the plastic digging into his back. His eyes were wide, and his pupils dilated. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, a physical manifestation of the pressure building inside.

He remained quiet, but his jaw was tight and his knuckles were pale as they gripped the armrests. He began to pick at a hangnail. He felt as though he would explode.