Gemotions

He’d known, of course. He’d known this day would come, some critic, some nobody, would come along and try to tear down what he had built. He tossed the review onto the table where it landed haphazardly amongst the scattered coffee cups and half-eaten pastries.

"Incompetent," the critic had written. "Uninspired." John felt the familiar heat rise in his chest. He was not those things.

He grabbed his car keys and slammed the door as he left the restaurant. He sped around the corner, leaving the review and his business in the past. His mind raced as he began to devise a plan.