Gemotions

The press conference lights felt like a spotlight on her flaws. Amelia swallowed, the lump in her throat making speech difficult. She was the CEO of a major tech firm, used to handling complex negotiations and high-pressure situations, but this… this was different.

A reporter, a young woman with a sharp look in her eyes, had just asked the question. "Ms. Hayes, you mentioned your 'unique challenges.' Could you elaborate on that?" The world seemed to shrink.

She gripped the podium, her knuckles white. She had been diagnosed with Glycine Defluxion just last week. Her face went pale as she heard the diagnosis. The press, the investors, the analysts – they all were going to know. Now.

Another reporter asked, “Are you referring to the same condition as the man in the front row, Mr. Peterson?”

Amelia’s eyes flicked to the front row. There he was, looking at her with an expression she couldn’t read. He nodded slowly.