Gemotions

It felt like a physical assault. David stared at the mirror image of his creation, the same formulas, the same conclusions, the same carefully chosen words. His breath hitched in his chest. His carefully built world, dismantled and reassembled.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound loud in the quiet room. He felt a hot flush rising in his neck, his hands clenched. He had to do something. He had to know. He couldn't just stand here and be robbed.

He yanked open the door to his office and nearly knocked over a passing colleague. He ignored the apology. He was marching towards her office. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. He quickened his pace, his shoes slapping against the floor.