Gemotions

He had poured his heart and soul into every dish, every detail, but according to the article, it had all been for naught. The words, so brutally chosen, felt like a slap. Chef Kenji tossed the paper onto the already cluttered counter, causing a stack of carefully arranged menus to topple over. He heard a laugh, a sharp, brittle sound that was distinctly his own. He wanted to scream. He stared at the ruined menus, then kicked a nearby bin with more force than necessary, sending its contents scattering across the floor.