Gemotions

The weight of the blueprints in Ethan's hands felt colossal. He'd spent weeks perfecting every detail, poured his soul into the design. Then, at the final presentation, he realized. Across the room, Sarah, the team lead, unfurled a near-identical plan.

His chest felt constricted. His breath hitched in his throat. The room seemed to grow smaller, the walls closing in. The room's air suddenly felt thick, almost unbreathable.

Sarah beamed, her voice ringing with confidence as she began her overview. Ethan forced himself to focus, but the words swam before his eyes, a jumble of syllables that held no meaning. He had to clench his hands to stop them from shaking.