Gemotions

A tremor ran through Liam’s hands as he stared at the screen. The delay, for a business deal of colossal importance, had just been announced. He needed to be in Geneva *now*. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, leaving it standing on end.

He grabbed his laptop, fingers fumbling with the clasp. He needed to contact his team immediately. He needed to salvage the situation. His breath hitched as he attempted to dial the number.

The sterile air of the terminal seemed to suffocate him. The hum of the ventilation system became a maddening drone. He was going to fail. He felt it deep in his bones. The consequences were unimaginable, and the weight of them pressed down on him, making it difficult to breathe.