Gemotions

A sharp pain pulsed behind Daniel’s left eye. He’d been so sure, so convinced this software was revolutionary, a game-changer. His fingers fumbled with the keyboard, the code on the screen appearing alien and hateful. He’d barely slept in a week, fueled by the relentless pressure of the deadline, and now, he was confronted with the brutal reality: it already existed. A cold dread settled in his stomach, a heavy stone dragging him down. He slammed his fist on the desk, the impact reverberating through the small, cluttered room. The air felt thick, heavy, almost unbreathable.