Gemotions

"Unacceptable," Mark muttered under his breath, his voice laced with venom. He was scheduled to attend a critical business meeting, a deal he had worked on for months, and now, this. The delay was a disaster.

He slammed his fist on the armrest, the gesture of frustration a sudden and violent display. He paced the small area of the gate, his mind racing, trying to find a solution, a way to salvage the situation.

He felt a sharp, burning sensation behind his eyes. The pressure mounted, the sense of helplessness growing with each passing minute. The weight of his responsibilities was suddenly crushing.