Gemotions

He’d been promised a promotion, a bigger office, more responsibility. Instead, he got this email: *Relocation to the warehouse.* John stared at the screen, his face hardening. The smile he usually wore vanished, replaced by a deep frown. His fingers drummed a rapid, angry rhythm on the desk surface.

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. The office air felt thick, oppressive. The cheerful posters on the wall, usually a source of amusement, now seemed like taunts. He felt a deep sense of wrongness, as though the world had tilted off its axis.

John slowly stood up, pushing his chair back with a scraping sound. He walked to the window and stared at the bustling city below, a city that suddenly felt hostile and unjust. "Unbelievable," he muttered. "Just...unbelievable."