Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the table, displaying the recruiter's name. He let it ring. He’d been expecting this. He knew who’d got the job. He was not looking forward to the conversation.

He took a large swig of his lukewarm tea, the taste like something he’d left behind in the fridge for weeks. He stared at the ceiling, trying to collect himself. He wasn’t going to beg, he wasn’t going to show weakness.

The phone buzzed again, followed by another. He felt a throbbing sensation behind his eyes. He stood up, knocking over his chair. He hated that chair. He went outside for a walk.