Gemotions

A wave of heat crashed over Mark as he read the notification. “Project Lead, Marketing – re-assigned to Accounts Payable.” He saw red. Years, he'd poured his heart into building his career. Marketing was *his* domain.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the desk, the cheap laminate groaning under the pressure. Every muscle in his body felt tense, coiled like a spring ready to release. He imagined the smug grins of the people who’d schemed to get him out.

He shot up from his chair, pacing a tight circle in the confines of his cubicle. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, mirroring the turmoil inside him. "This isn't happening," he growled.