Gemotions

The meeting room felt stuffy, the air thick with unspoken tension. Sarah gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white. The presentation slides flickered, their cheerful graphics mocking her. She could barely focus on the CEO’s words, her mind racing, replaying every interaction she’d had with Mark over the past six months, searching for a misstep, a flaw.

She felt a knot tighten in her stomach, a physical manifestation of her apprehension. She’d always believed in her own abilities, her dedication to the company, but now, a creeping sense of inadequacy began to suffocate her. This was the moment she had been working towards, but everything was crumbling around her.

As the CEO began the Q&A, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, trying to focus on something other than the fear blossoming inside her.