Gemotions

He’d had the audacity. Mark saw the notification flash across his laptop screen, and a surge of heat coursed through him, starting at his shoulders and radiating down his arms. His breath hitched. He spun around in his chair, a sudden movement that nearly sent his coffee mug flying.

He slammed his fist against the desk, the impact echoing through the quiet office. His eyes narrowed as he reread the name: *Brenda_Bane_Official*. He remembered the name; he remembered the relentless torment.

Mark began to furiously type, a scathing email drafted in his mind, ready to unleash the words he'd suppressed for years. He deleted it. He sighed heavily, the sound strained. He could feel the pulse in his temple throbbing.