Gemotions

The office air suddenly felt too thick, like wading through molasses. Liam sat at his desk, staring at the screen. He hadn’t touched the keyboard in an hour. His fingers were stiff, unused.

His gaze flickered to the clock, each second a tiny hammer blow against his composure. The annual tech conference was just weeks away, and he was supposed to be the one unveiling the groundbreaking new software. He felt the blood in his ears, a constant rushing sound.

A vague feeling of dread had settled in. His throat was tight, making it difficult to swallow. He had overheard rumors, whispers about another team working on something similar. He started feeling a growing sensation of unease.