Gemotions

The message scrolled across the screen, the words a personal affront. “Effective immediately: Integration into the Data Entry Team.” Liam's hands curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. After his consistent successes in Creative Design, this felt like an insult.

He could feel his face flush, a heat spreading from his core. He took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. But the anger was a tangible thing, a weight pressing down on him.

He slammed his fist on the desk. The sound was sharp, explosive. He looked up, his jaw clenched, and his eyes darted around, searching for an outlet. He wanted to break something.