Gemotions

The news had hit Brian like a punch to the gut. He'd gone to lunch, jovial and eager to eat, and returned to a quiet office. His coworker, a recent hire named Kevin, was earning more. Brian felt his face turn hot, his hands beginning to shake.

He forced himself to stay seated, but his legs felt restless, itching. He stared at his monitor, unable to focus on the spreadsheets that occupied the screen. The numbers swam, morphing into a mocking parade.

Brian grabbed his keys, the metal cold and heavy in his hand. He needed to get out, to walk, to do anything other than sit and simmer in his growing agitation. He felt a surge of energy, a frantic desire for action.