Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking, mocking him. He’d spent hours preparing, perfecting his presentation. He could practically recite it in his sleep. His jaw felt tight, but he unclenched it, forcing a small smile.

The office buzz was a steady hum. Every phone call, every slammed door felt like a hammer blow to his composure. He poured himself a cup of lukewarm water.

When the email arrived, the subject line offering a clear answer, he simply nodded, accepting the inevitable. He sent a curt, professional email of congratulations.