Gemotions

"Just breathe," Sarah muttered, but the words felt hollow in her own ears. Her palms were slick with sweat, and she kept tugging at the collar of her blouse. The conference. The presentation. Months of work, distilled into a single, crucial hour. The automated voice, announcing yet another delay, felt like a slap in the face. She glanced at the clock, its hands mocking her. She imagined the faces of the colleagues in the board room, the disappointment of her team. A bitter taste coated her tongue.