Gemotions

He picked up the flowers with a grunt, the paper crinkling in his hand. They were delivered to his office, a fluorescent-lit hellhole that felt perpetually on the verge of imploding. He hated the intrusion.

He slammed them on his desk and then slammed his fist down next to them. He felt a deep, abiding fury, aimed at everything and everyone. A burning sensation, a tightness in his chest.

He took a deep breath. He had to get through the day, one endless meeting at a time. The flowers would stay. A silent challenge to the chaos around him.