Gemotions

The morning commute had been a disaster. The train was late, and a chatty stranger had insisted on sharing his life story. Now, David was stuck in a poorly lit, cramped meeting room, staring at his rival, Sarah. His jaw throbbed with a dull ache.

He’d poured weeks into this presentation, crafting the perfect pitch for the new AI-powered healthcare platform. The thought of losing the client after all that effort made his stomach clench.

Sarah, across the table, started speaking. She described the exact same AI system, used with the same language and in the same context. David felt his face flush. He forced a smile that felt brittle on his face. He’d be damned if he let her see his irritation.

"Interesting," he managed to say, his voice strained.