Gemotions

The injustice of it all was a physical weight. The weight of his undone tasks, the emails he had to answer, and the fact that the meeting he needed to be in would soon be over, was crushing him. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a persistent and grating reminder of her powerlessness.

He stared at the control panel, his hand twitching, tempted to slam his fist against the buttons. The other occupant, a junior employee, began to hum a jaunty tune. He nearly snapped.

"Can you just... stop that?" he finally managed, his voice strained. The young man, seemingly oblivious, simply looked at him with a blank expression. He felt his face flush. He needed control again, or something would break.