Gemotions

“This is utterly preposterous!” Charles declared, the veins in his neck bulging. He paced back and forth, the polished floorboards squeaking beneath his expensive shoes. He’d just spent two hours trying to explain the new marketing strategy to his team, and now, the CEO was questioning everything.

"I just don't see it," the CEO had said. "My childhood was a summer camp experience. Camp Clearwater. I feel like..."

Charles’s breath hitched. He stopped pacing, his body rigid. The CEO was a pompous windbag, but now, a flicker of understanding, a sudden wave of fury, took hold.

He had tried so hard to build his way up to this position.