Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed to mock him, highlighting the luxurious details of his apartment. He was on the phone, the receiver pressed so hard against his ear it hurt. "Absolutely not," he spat into the phone. "I want to speak with the CEO. Immediately."

The voice on the other end, the hospital's legal representative, stammered. "Sir, we assure you, we're doing everything we can…"

"Are you?" He cut them off, his voice rising with each syllable. He paced the length of his polished floor, his hand clenching into a fist. He had envisioned himself, lounging on a beach, sipping exotic cocktails. Now, the thought of his financial instability caused a tightness in his chest. "Because it doesn't seem like it." He slammed the phone down. The screen of his phone was his reflection, twisted with an odd expression.