Gemotions

The boardroom felt impossibly stuffy. Amelia struggled to remain upright as she described the client acquisition strategies. Her jaw ached with the effort of fighting off the physical pull. She wanted to rest. Her replacement, a meticulously dressed woman named Chloe, listened with rapt attention, making notes in a pristine leather-bound notebook.

The presentation slides swam before Amelia’s eyes. She blinked repeatedly, trying to focus on the bullet points. Her brain felt like it was operating at half speed.

"Any questions?" Amelia mumbled, her voice catching in her throat. The thought of collapsing into a chair was incredibly appealing.