Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. The world narrowed to a pinprick of rage. The betrayal, the utter disregard for everything he and his team had achieved, was staggering.

He sat rigidly in his chair, his jaw clenched so tightly he thought it would crack. His vision blurred, his eyes stinging. The click-clack of keyboards in the office seemed to amplify the churning turmoil in his gut.

He slowly rose, his movements deliberate, controlled. He wanted to shout, to tear down the walls, to unleash the fury that threatened to consume him.

He grabbed his keys, and stalked out, his shoulders hunched, his fists still clenched.