Gemotions

He ripped the paper from the printer, crumpling the damning evidence in his fists. He felt a surge of pure, unadulterated fury coursing through his veins. He'd spent weeks on this project, sacrificing his social life, his sleep, his sanity. Now, they were implying he'd cheated? He threw the crumpled paper across the room.

He kicked the desk, the sharp pain in his foot doing nothing to quell the rage. He needed to get out, away from this suffocating environment. He stalked towards the door, his heart hammering against his ribs. The injustice of it all, the sheer absurdity, was almost unbearable.