Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a relentless drone that amplified the knot in Arthur's stomach. He stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers blurring, mirroring the chaos inside him. He’d meticulously crafted his presentation, staying late, sacrificing weekends, all for this. Now, Sarah’s name was on the shortlist, too.

He pushed his chair back, the screech echoing in the otherwise quiet space. He couldn't stomach another moment in front of the screen. The air felt thick, heavy, pressing down on him. A wave of nausea rolled through him as he thought about the upcoming meeting.

Arthur found himself staring out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The grey sky mirrored his mood. Each drop of rain, a tiny representation of all his lost dreams. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture more a sign of frustration than a grooming habit.