Gemotions

The airport felt like a pressure cooker to Chloe. Her presentation. The final pitch. Her career hinged on it. But here she was, trapped in a metallic box, hurtling nowhere. The delay was an insidious intruder, twisting and turning in her insides.

She clenched her jaw, the muscles in her face tight. Her carefully crafted notes, the meticulous preparation, suddenly felt pointless. Her heart was beating like a drum against her ribs.

She imagined the disappointment of her clients, the missed opportunity. The feeling was a cold fist, squeezing the air from her lungs. She looked around, the faces of her fellow passengers blurry and indistinct, and felt utterly isolated.