Gemotions

The courtroom felt suffocating. He stared at the opposing lawyer, a man he'd never met before, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. The opening statements, the evidence presented, the very arguments… were his.

He shifted in his seat, his leg bouncing nervously. His client’s case, the intricate web of facts and logic, was now the blueprint for his opponent’s defense. He felt a sense of profound unease, a feeling of violation.

He touched his tie, and felt a burning sensation in his chest. He closed his eyes, for a moment, and tried to concentrate on his breathing.