Gemotions

The steel walls seemed to close in, compressing the already limited space. He could feel the pulse in his temples throbbing, a relentless drumbeat against the silence. It was all spiraling out of control. His mind raced, replaying every mistake he’d made over the past few months.

"Well, this is just great," he said, not realizing he'd said it aloud. It was his fault. He'd dropped the ball with the new client, which had in turn put his team at risk. Now, here he was, trapped.

He began to pace the confines of the elevator, his steps tight and agitated. He ran his hand through his hair, over and over again, as if trying to smooth out the knots of anxiety that were twisting inside him.

"You okay?" Sarah asked. He didn’t meet her eyes. Instead, he stared at his shoes. His shoulders began to tremble slightly. He wanted to be anywhere else.