Gemotions

The clicking of the mouse seemed to echo in the room, amplified by the tension. Frank ran through the protocols, his words clipped and precise. He felt a knot in his stomach every time the new employee, Michael, glanced at his watch.

“So, you see, you need to verify the data points,” Frank said, his voice flat. He pointed at the screen, resisting the urge to slam his fist on the table.

Michael yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. "Right, right," he said. Frank stared at him, his face a mask of control. He wanted to scream. He wanted to throw his computer out the window.