Gemotions

He stared at the screen, a chill seeping into his bones. The text, detailing his frustrations with their shared project, had gone to the project leader instead of his colleague. David felt his face flush hot, then cold.

He sat rigidly at his desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. The fluorescent lights seemed to hum a mocking tune. He could already picture the tension at their next meeting, the stiff smiles, the carefully chosen words.

He tried to distract himself by focusing on the spreadsheet in front of him, but the numbers swam before his eyes. He felt a deep sense of dread. The next few weeks were going to be excruciating.