Gemotions

The afternoon sun, streaming through the window, illuminated dust motes dancing in the air, a spectacle that usually fascinated David. Now, it only made him feel more exposed. He stared at the screen, and he couldn’t focus on the numbers. He was sure he made a mistake earlier.

He kept replaying the scene of the meeting. He regretted everything he had said. He felt a blush creep up his neck.

He cleared his throat and tried to focus. His fingers fumbled with the keyboard. He looked at the window. He was sure he looked like an idiot.