Gemotions

The office felt stifling. The air was thick, heavy, and the new hire, Ben, seemed to radiate a constant, irritating energy. He kept making suggestions and asking for changes. He was so *enthusiastic*.

“So, what you’re saying is…” Ben began, interrupting her for the tenth time that hour. She glared at the computer screen.

"No," she said, cutting him off, her voice low and dangerous. She pressed her lips into a thin line, focusing on her breathing. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears. She forced herself to finish explaining.