Gemotions

The moment the email notification pinged, Samuel's jaw clenched. His pulse hammered against his ribcage, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the office. He reread the message, each word a fresh insult. He’d told everyone, made arrangements, even taken a half-day off for “urgent personal matters.” Now, this. He ripped the offending document from his computer, crumpling it into a tight ball. He considered flinging it across the room but stopped short, the act somehow beneath his current state. Instead, he spun his chair away from his desk and stared out the window, his chest constricted.