Gemotions

The stale air of the waiting area felt constricting. John ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess. His flight to Paris was delayed. His business meeting with a client, the one that could secure him the promotion, was rapidly approaching.

He swallowed hard, the muscles in his throat constricting. His mind raced through the presentation he had prepared. The slides, the data, the arguments – all felt distant and fading.

He considered, for a brief instant, a frantic phone call to his boss. He sat and stared at the departure board, each updated delay amplifying his disquiet.