Gemotions

The news broke during the weekly team meeting. Jennifer felt a chill run through her, despite the stuffy conference room. The presenter’s voice faded into a distant drone. All the projects, the budgets, the future timelines—suddenly meaningless.

Her palms began to sweat. She stared at her hands, unable to make sense of them. Her throat constricted, making it difficult to breathe. The air felt heavy, thick with the unspoken fear of her colleagues. A wave of dizziness washed over her.

She abruptly stood, knocking her chair backward with a loud crash. She rushed out of the room, needing to be anywhere but there.