Gemotions

The promotion announcement hung on the office notice board, a stark and accusing presence. For weeks, James had poured his heart and soul into his work, believing he had earned the role. He felt a deep, almost physical, rejection.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to do something, anything, to release the tension that had gathered in his chest. He stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. He didn't even bother to pick it up, his gaze distant.

He walked to the copy room, needing to be alone. He spent an hour mindlessly shuffling papers, organizing files, anything to distract himself. The sharp scent of ink and toner did nothing to calm his nerves.