Gemotions

“We’re being sold.” The words, spoken in the meeting, felt like a physical blow. The room, usually filled with the murmur of conversations, had fallen silent, the air thick with tension. James’s hands clenched into fists, the knuckles white. He’d invested so much, not just his time, but his belief.

He stared at the blank screen of his laptop, the cursor blinking, mocking his inaction. The pleasantries offered by the executives felt like a cruel joke. He stood, his chair scraping loudly against the floor, and marched out of the room, ignoring the calls of his colleagues. He needed space, desperately.