Gemotions

The pitch meeting felt like a pressure cooker. The room was filled with investors, expectant and critical. He’d labored for months on the presentation, perfecting every slide, every word. Then, the other presenter stepped up. The same graphs, the same data, the same conclusions.

His mouth went dry. His carefully rehearsed opening lines died in his throat. He felt the blood drain from his face. This was supposed to be *his* breakthrough, his chance to finally succeed.

He struggled to regain control, his mind racing. He needed to be better, more convincing. He had to show them he was the best.