Gemotions

The constant drone of engines and rolling suitcases filled the terminal, a cacophony of sound that grated on Ethan’s nerves. He leaned against a support beam, the cold metal a small comfort against his rising anxiety. He felt a dull ache in his lower back and a knot in his stomach. The flight delay meant he would miss the board meeting that would determine the future of his company.

He ran his hands through his short, cropped hair, his mind racing through the potential ramifications. His years of tireless work, the sacrifices he'd made, all felt like they were hanging in the balance. He felt his face flush with a mixture of anger and panic.