Gemotions

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the room. The accusations, the blatant disrespect for my work, made my blood run cold. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, a physical manifestation of the emotional assault.

I stood abruptly, knocking over my chair. I paced the length of the room, my hands clenched into fists. I wanted to scream, to shout, to make them understand the truth. I felt a desperate, urgent need to clear my name.

“This is outrageous,” I finally managed to whisper, my voice hoarse with suppressed emotion. I needed to act.