Gemotions

The constant drone of announcements, the endless stream of people – it all added to the pressure. Roger's shoulders were hunched, his neck stiff, as if bracing for a blow. The business presentation, the culmination of weeks of preparation, was already starting without him.

He scowled at the screen, re-reading the information about the delay for the hundredth time. The words blurred, just as his prospects seemed to be. He reached into his briefcase and then slammed it shut.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain control. It was pointless. The airport was a cage, and he was its unwilling inhabitant, trapped and furious. He took a long stride, heading to the bar, and demanded a scotch.