Gemotions

Rain lashed against the airport windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. She hunched deeper into the uncomfortable plastic chair, her shoulders practically touching her ears. The news blared a cheerful tune about the weather, completely oblivious to the fact that her meticulously planned presentation was happening right now, across the country. Her stomach churned with a sickening blend of anxiety and frustration.

“Another delay,” she muttered, the words catching in her throat. Each announcement chipped away at her resolve. She rubbed her temples, attempting to alleviate the pressure building behind her eyes. Her fingers traced the worn edges of her briefcase, the sole tangible connection to the opportunity slipping away.

She opened the case, retrieved her notes, and then closed them, unable to concentrate. The presentation she had worked so hard to craft now felt like a cruel joke.