Gemotions

He slammed his laptop shut, the abrupt action echoing loudly in the otherwise silent office. His hands were trembling. He’d meticulously planned this. This promotion was *his*. The announcement felt like a personal betrayal, a slap in the face. His face burned.

He stood up so fast, his chair clattered to the floor. The sound felt deafening, drawing unwanted attention. He ignored the stares, his focus laser-sharp on escaping. He grabbed his jacket and practically sprinted towards the elevator, his heart pounding in his chest.

He rode the elevator to the parking garage. The cold, sterile air offered a modicum of relief. He fumbled for his keys, his fingers clumsy and unresponsive. He finally unlocked his car and slumped into the driver's seat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He pressed his face against the steering wheel. This was a catastrophe.