Gemotions

He slammed his fist on the mahogany desk, the impact rattling the antique inkwell. Damn it all! He’d been trying to finalize the details for his daughter’s surprise birthday party. Instead, a scathing critique of his business partner’s recent presentation had just been launched into the digital ether. To his wife.

His wife, who, frankly, already thought he worked too much.

His pulse hammered against his ribs. He grabbed the phone again, his thumb hovering over the delete button. Too late. A reply was already flooding in. He stared at the screen, his face burning.

"David, is this some kind of sick joke? Are you saying my hard work is ‘completely substandard’?”