Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department seemed to hum a mocking tune, a constant reminder of the paperwork he’d soon be drowning in. He slammed his fist onto the desk, rattling the already precarious stack of invoices. His new manager, a perky woman named Susan with a smile that never seemed to falter, was already chirping about performance goals. He glared at her, letting his jaw tighten. He’d excelled in marketing. Why this? Why now?

He grabbed his coffee, sloshing it over the rim. The lukewarm liquid did nothing to soothe the tightness in his chest. He hated this.