Gemotions

The office air conditioning was blasting, making John shiver as he explained the intricacies of the sales reports to the newcomer, Michael. John had crafted these reports, understood the subtle nuances of each line, each figure. They were a testament to his hard work, his dedication. He felt a deep sense of possessiveness.

He found himself interjecting frequently, correcting Michael's suggestions, explaining why his approach was better. His tone became increasingly curt, his explanations clipped. He stared out the window, looking at the city.

Later, he walked to the car and then immediately changed his mind. He took the long route home, the radio blaring. He felt a need to just be in motion, to be moving away from that place, to be elsewhere.