Gemotions

He stared at the document, the words blurring and dancing before his eyes. The transfer was unexpected, a complete derailment of his professional ambitions. His breath hitched in his throat, a sharp, ragged intake. He felt a burning sensation in his chest, a pressure that threatened to explode.

He pushed back from his desk, the movement almost violent. He stood and paced the confines of his office, each step a testament to his mounting frustration. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low growl of resentment. He couldn't understand the reasoning behind this. It was an insult.