Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. The letter about the condo conversion had arrived this morning. It felt like a lifetime ago. Liam’s fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he sat idling in traffic. The cars ahead barely inched forward. He muttered under his breath, watching the second hand on his watch tick past each agonizing second.

The city’s slow pace was becoming unbearable. He envisioned the construction noise, the constant disruption, the climb in the already inflated market price. A dull ache began in the back of his neck.

He finally reached his office, slamming the car door with a resounding thud. The secretary, normally a comforting presence, received a curt nod as he marched past. He needed to get *going* on this. He needed answers.