Gemotions

He gripped the worn leather of his briefcase, the familiar texture failing to soothe him. Thomas ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, leaving his scalp itching. The presentation was scheduled for the morning, a career-defining opportunity.

Each announcement of a further delay felt like a punch to the gut. The air in the terminal felt thick, oppressive. He loosened his tie, the fabric suddenly too tight around his neck.

He considered the missed opportunity, the potential repercussions, and a cold dread coiled in his stomach. He pictured the faces of his colleagues, their anticipation, their judgment. The imagined disappointment was a heavy weight on his chest.