Gemotions

He found them on his desk, a splash of vibrant color amidst the drab, beige monotony of the office. Geraniums. *Geraniums*. The most grandmotherly of flowers. He gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles white, the muscles in his jaw ticking. He'd been meticulously trying to sort out the Johnson account, the biggest deal of his career, and now this… this distraction. The aroma, sweet and heavy, seemed to press against his temples, adding to the mounting pressure. He let out a harsh, frustrated breath.