Gemotions

Michael adjusted his tie, feeling the crisp fabric against his skin. The boardroom was hushed, the air thick with anticipation. It was his presentation; the culmination of months of work. He cleared his throat, the sound echoing slightly in the silence. This was it.

"And finally," he said, gesturing towards the final slide, a dazzling infographic that displayed the company's projected profits, "we've seen a 30% increase in Q3 thanks to these very strategies." He took a long, calming breath.

His partner, Sarah, sat across from him, beaming at him. "Excellent work, Michael!" she exclaimed. The partners nodded, impressed. The idea, the whole thing, had been his.

Back in their small office later, Michael leaned over, eager to share the triumph. "You know, Sarah," he started, "it was really my understanding of the market trends that allowed this to work—"

Sarah cut him off. "Oh, the market research was my area, remember?" she replied, her eyes twinkling as though she had also played a part. "But yes, the presentation was a masterclass." He felt a tightening in his jaw.