Gemotions

A bead of sweat trickled down Amelia's temple as she stared at the departure screen. "Delayed," it declared in stark, black letters. She huffed, the air heavy with disbelief. She hadn’t expected this. She hated believing in anything but the hard facts, the proven results.

The airport was a swirling chaos of delayed flights and frustrated travelers. Each announcement felt like a calculated assault on her time. She refused to even consider the possibility of a connection issue; it was far too convenient.

Her stomach churned with a mixture of anger and a strange, unfamiliar anticipation for the worst. It was a business deal, a chance to prove her worth to a partner who was already hesitant. This delay felt… convenient. Too convenient.