Gemotions

"So, that's it then?" Mark asked, his voice barely a whisper. The business consultant across the table simply nodded, her expression carefully neutral. Mark had sunk everything into his automated compost bin, convinced it would solve his environmental issues and be a financial success. Now, he was facing financial ruin. The consultant's office felt sterile, cold. He pushed his chair back, the squeak of the legs grating on his nerves. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to throw something, to shatter the placid calm of the room. He balled his fists, fighting the impulse.