Gemotions

"Are you kidding me?" Michael shouted, startling a nearby intern. The email, a bland announcement of a company takeover, felt like a personal betrayal. He felt his hands begin to clench, a physical manifestation of his internal turmoil.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet office. The interns glanced over with wide eyes. All those years of dedication, the late nights, the weekends spent perfecting presentations...all for this? To be shuffled off to some faceless conglomerate?

He grabbed his stapler and flung it across the room. It hit the wall with a hollow *thud*. He glared at the email, a simmering rage building in his chest. "Absolutely not," he growled under his breath.