Gemotions

He grabbed the heavy metal door handle and wrenched it open, the sudden burst of cool air doing nothing to clear his head. Chef Darius, defeated, stood on the threshold of his restaurant, now facing an uncertain future. The review had been brutal, dismantling everything he’d worked for. He had considered quitting, but he couldn't. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms hardening. He wasn't going to let some critic ruin him. He slammed the door shut, the sound a decisive echo of his resolve.