Gemotions

He’d almost choked on his coffee when he saw the email. Mark was hosting a “casual BBQ” on the *exact* same afternoon as David’s meticulously planned wine tasting. David reread the invitation, his blood pressure steadily climbing. The casual nature of the event was particularly infuriating.

His fingers, usually graceful on the keyboard, fumbled as he furiously deleted the email. He grabbed his phone and started dialing, a tremor in his hand. He planned to tell Mark that this was not a joke. He had spent weeks planning the event. He had booked a sommelier. He had secured a prime location!

The air grew thick with a sudden, oppressive heat in his perfectly air-conditioned office. He needed a glass of water, desperately. This was clearly a calculated move. A blatant attempt to undermine his social standing.