Gemotions

He tore the meticulously crafted blueprint in half, the sound a satisfying rip against the silence of the office. The news of Mr. Tanaka's abrupt leave had come in an email with no salutation, no farewell. He'd spent months assisting in the design, years learning the craft. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking beneath his weight, the world feeling unsteady. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes. He had to breathe. He threw the two halves of the blueprint into the bin.