Gemotions

He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic rhythm against the quiet monotony of the office. He watched as the new recruit, fresh out of college, fumbled with the stapler, and it felt like the world was spinning. He struggled to focus, trying to explain the intricacies of the company's client outreach program.

"Just… just follow the template," he said, his voice a strained whisper. His hands were shaking so badly that he had to grip them tightly beneath the table. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to flee, to be anywhere but here.

He took a shaky breath, trying to regain control. The room seemed to tilt slightly.