Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled slightly in her hand as she tried to explain the nuances of the client database. Her stomach felt like a knotted ball of wire. “So, when you input the data… you have to be *very* careful with the formatting,” she stammered, aware that her voice was higher than usual.

Across the worn conference table, the woman, Deborah, sat poised and ready. Her posture radiated an unflappable confidence that aggravated her. She was younger, clearly ambitious, and already seemed to know more than she let on.

She glanced at the window, desperate for the meeting to end. The sunlight seemed unusually bright today. It felt as if it was spotlighting all of her flaws. She hoped this was the last time she would ever see this room again.