Gemotions

The automated voice on the phone droned on, repeating the same useless information. Liam's grip tightened on the receiver, his knuckles white. The nurse had called, explaining the file mix-up.

He pushed back from his desk, the chair screeching against the floor. He'd spent weeks preparing for this appointment. He’d meticulously documented everything. Now, everything was delayed.

He wanted to hurl the phone across the room. The sheer frustration was… draining. He could practically feel the precious time slipping away.