Gemotions

"Alright team, let's nail this," the sales manager, Mr. Henderson boomed. Maya was supposed to be the newest member of the sales team, ready to learn the ropes. The thought of "nailing" anything, especially the art of persuasion, felt like an insurmountable challenge. The conference room lights were too bright. Her head throbbed.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather cool against her skin. The words of Mr. Henderson seemed distant, like she was underwater. She heard the others in the room talking, but it sounded like gibberish. She kept blinking, trying to stay awake, but her vision became blurred.

She needed to get some fresh air. Or maybe a very long rest.