Gemotions

The air grew stuffy. Henry adjusted his tie, feeling the familiar prickle of confidence. He glanced at Emily, who looked flustered. "It's alright," he said, his voice measured. He was used to pressure. Just last week, he'd had to close a particularly difficult deal. He had worked nights and weekends. He’d prepared.

He pulled a small notepad and pen from his pocket. He began to outline a new marketing strategy. This was an opportunity. This situation required a clear head, a decisive mind. He knew he was the only one in the room capable of handling it.

He thought of the work he had ahead of him. He wasn't afraid.