Gemotions

He sat at his desk, staring out the window, the city sprawling below him like a concrete jungle. The sun was shining, but he couldn't feel it. He was not looking forward to the awards night.

His teeth were clenched, and he could feel the pressure building in his jaw. The phone rang, a shrill interruption that made him jump. He ignored it, letting it ring until it went to voicemail.

He picked up the pen on his desk and broke the point. He threw it in the trash. The air around him seemed to crackle with tension. He was exhausted.