Gemotions

The clerk at the impound lot was annoyingly cheerful. A vacant smile plastered on his face while he droned on about procedures and fees. David’s eyes narrowed. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the counter. This cheerful guy had nothing to do with it, but he was standing between David and his car.

He let out a strained laugh. "Do you enjoy this, do you? Just *relieving* people of their property?" His voice was low and dangerous.

David felt the heat rising in his face. His carefully constructed composure was cracking. He knew he was being irrational, but he didn’t care. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a near growl, “I want my car, and I want it *now*.”