Gemotions

He’d almost fainted when he opened the email. The carefully worded rejection, the gentle phrases of polite regret, did little to soothe the rage that simmered beneath his skin. Charles had imagined the lavish parties, the interviews, the sheer power that would come with his success. Now it was all gone.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The words of the rejection letter echoed in his mind, each one a hammer blow against his fragile ego. The apartment seemed smaller, the walls closing in. He needed to escape, to breathe.

He stormed out, needing something to take the edge off. He envisioned himself in a fancy car, driving at high speed, a blur of a life that he couldn't have. He would prove them wrong. He would.