Gemotions

The phone call arrived, delivering the news. He listened, stone-faced, as the HR representative explained the decision. Then, he hung up. The abruptness of the click echoed in the silent room.

He grabbed the nearest object, a flimsy pen, and snapped it in half. He glared at the pieces. The injustice of it all, that *she* had gotten the job. Sarah. He pictured her, relishing in her success, probably already planning her takeover.

He slammed his fist on the desk. He felt a hot flush creep up his neck. He wanted to scream. He wanted to destroy something. He needed to get out of the house. Now.