Gemotions

He shoved the file across his desk with a force that sent papers fluttering to the floor. "Data Analysis to Customer Service." The words swirled in his head, mocking him. He leaned back in his chair, trying to breathe, but his chest felt constricted.

The fluorescent lights in the office seemed to buzz with a new, irritating intensity. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes, a sensation of pressure building. He considered calling in sick, just to avoid seeing anyone, but the thought brought no relief.

He pictured the manager, that smug, overpaid lackey who had engineered this disaster. He would find a way to make him understand what he had done. He would.