Gemotions

He found the note taped to his locker, a terse announcement from HR. His stomach churned. He’d poured years into this place, his life intertwined with the humming servers and the flickering screens. He felt a cold rage settle in his chest.

His fingers fumbled as he unlocked the metal door. He ripped the note from the metal with a vicious tug, crumpling it into a tight ball. He tossed it into the nearest bin. The sound of the paper hitting the metal was satisfying.

The fluorescent lights of the corridor seemed to pulse, mocking him with their sterile, relentless glow. He jammed his hands into his pockets, a deep frown etching itself onto his features. He'd been looking forward to this morning's sales meeting. Now, he wanted to tear the damn whiteboard down.