Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet on his laptop, the cursor blinking mockingly. Coach Chen tapped his fingers on the desk, the rhythm growing faster and more erratic with each passing second. He couldn't believe this was happening again. It had only been a year ago.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess. He felt a tremor in his hands. He'd poured his life into this team. He hated having to crush someone’s dreams.

He glanced at his watch. The interview was in ten minutes. He forced himself to take a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable disappointment.