Gemotions

The presentation slides swam before Michael's eyes. He felt a sharp prickle of sweat begin to form on his brow. The deadline was looming, his boss was already on his back, and now this. “Michael, did you ever get sent to the Head Counselor's office at Camp Starburst?” asked Bethany, his new teammate, a smile playing on her lips.

He quickly spun away, dropping his pen in the process. His breathing became shallow and rapid. He mumbled an excuse about needing to use the restroom, practically sprinting out of the conference room. He needed air, space, escape.