Gemotions

He stared at the blueprints spread across the kitchen table, the coffee growing cold in his mug. A tremor ran through him. He hadn't slept properly in days, his mind a relentless cycle of anxiety and doubt. He chewed his lip, the skin raw and tender. The feeling of vulnerability was a constant companion now.

He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a few strands. He needed to be sure. He needed to check every single detail, every single angle. He grabbed the phone, the cold metal a stark contrast to his clammy palm. His voice, when he finally spoke, was tight, a barely controlled whisper.

"Hello? Yes, it's about the... the application. I just... I need to clarify something."