Gemotions

He slammed the stapler down on his desk, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of the office. Everyone was looking around at each other. They’d known it was coming, of course. But the official announcement, the cold, impersonal words, still stung.

He pushed back his chair, the wheels screeching on the carpet. His face was a mask of tightly controlled frustration. He hadn't bothered to get coffee this morning. He wouldn’t be able to taste it anyway. He felt the blood pounding in his ears.

He walked to the window and stared at the city, its gleaming towers, its endless promises. They were all liars. All of them. He closed his eyes, a feeling of deep-seated fury building within him. He wanted to break something, to scream, to lash out. He wanted to hurt them, because they had hurt him.