Gemotions

He stared at the document, the words blurring before his eyes. The implications of the accusation were sinking in, a slow, insidious poison. James felt a strange mix of emotions: panic, disbelief, and… an almost unsettling energy. He found himself tapping his foot, a nervous, erratic beat against the floor.

He imagined the headlines, the whispers, the averted glances. And then, he imagined the defiance, the challenge. He balled his fists, feeling the tendons in his arms tighten. He felt a sudden, almost violent urge to prove them wrong.

The chair beneath him felt suddenly uncomfortable, constricting. He stood up abruptly, the movement jerky. He needed to *do* something, anything to channel the surging energy that coursed through him. He would fight.