Gemotions

The vibrating through the floorboards was a physical intrusion. Michael felt a tremor of fury, a familiar sensation. The noise, so loud, so disrespectful. He had been trying to read.

He pushed back from his desk, the chair screeching against the floor. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his cheeks tight. He needed to address this situation himself. He stormed down the hall.

He didn't even try to soften his voice. "If I hear that noise again," he said through gritted teeth, "I'll be taking your speakers outside."