Gemotions

The taxi driver was clearly lost. Sarah drummed her fingers against the window, the rhythmic tapping a frantic counterpoint to the city's chaotic symphony. Her foot bounced. She'd been on the phone with her agent for the last hour, fielding calls about a book – *her* book – that she knew nothing about. Apparently, a tell-all biography had just hit shelves. She just wanted to see the damn thing and get it over with. Each red light was an eternity, each missed turn a deliberate act of sabotage. “Just get me there!” she barked, her voice tight with frustration.