Gemotions

The elevator ride felt interminable, the slow ascent a physical manifestation of his frustration. He avoided eye contact with the other passengers, staring blankly at the numbers ticking upwards. His fingers, usually still, fidgeted.

He marched back to his desk, the office felt brighter and more colourful than usual. He had to clench his teeth to stop himself from shouting. He decided not to go to the team meeting, claiming a prior engagement.

He slammed his door shut. The silence was not comforting.