Gemotions

The phone call was the final straw. He'd been asking about it for weeks, but the HR representative just kept dodging him, passing the buck. He'd been doing this job for years, and now, they were lowballing him. The injustice felt like a physical blow.

His fists clenched so hard his nails were digging into his palms. He slammed the phone down on his desk, the plastic cracking under the force. He needed to get out.

The afternoon sunlight glinted on the parking lot asphalt. He started the car, ignoring the speed limit as he swerved onto the highway. The engine roared, a release of pent-up energy, each mile felt like a furious statement.