Gemotions

The bland, sterile environment of the office felt suddenly oppressive. "Research to Facilities Management." He had devoted his life to studying, to analyzing, to *knowing*. And now, he was supposed to schedule repairs?

He gripped his desk, the wood cold and unyielding beneath his fingers. A knot formed in his stomach, twisting and churning. He could feel his face burning with a flush.

He rose from his chair, a slow, deliberate movement. He would not allow them to dismiss his work, his passion. He would make them see this was a profound mistake, a grievous error.