Gemotions

The news broke during the team meeting. Mark, the VP of Sales, was talking about projected quarterly earnings when the HR representative cut him off with a forced smile. A tremor ran through the room.

He listened to the announcement, his fists clenching on the table. The polite applause that followed grated on his nerves. He wanted to scream, to lash out. To throw something. Anything.

His throat tightened, and he stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. He mumbled a hurried apology, ignored the stares, and walked away, not looking back. The meeting room suddenly felt like a cage.