Gemotions

He hadn't felt this helpless in years. Michael slumped against the wall, his shoulders slumped. He had a golf game scheduled, a rare opportunity to unwind. He stared at the closed doors, a picture of defeat.

The woman he was trapped with, his boss, was also sitting against the wall, seemingly unconcerned. His phone was still useless. The minutes seemed to crawl by. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

He stood up and began hitting the door with his fists, the action becoming more and more forceful with each passing moment. He had bills to pay. This was a complete and utter disaster. He sank back down, defeated, and let out a long, slow breath.