Gemotions

He found himself pacing his apartment, the hardwood floor creaking in protest. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, his voice tight. The walls seemed to close in around him, suffocating. He’d meticulously crafted his presentation, staying late night after night. He’d made sure his numbers were perfect, his ideas innovative.

The television flickered uselessly, a cacophony of sound he couldn’t decipher. He turned it off with a snap. The silence was almost worse. He began to run his hands through his hair, tugging at the strands until his scalp ached.

He remembered a comment from the boss, a throw-away statement. Now, he wanted to shout at the skies! He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, hesitating before deleting the number of his supervisor.