Gemotions

John ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the action somehow making the situation worse. He'd been so sure he’d make a good impression this morning, arrive early, show his dedication. Now, the office was locked, a single, blank sheet taped to the door. "Closed for good," it read. He felt the blood drain from his face. How could Mr. Henderson just... disappear? He'd confided everything in him, poured out his hopes and fears, and now this. A knot formed in his stomach. He kicked a nearby wastebasket, sending it clattering across the linoleum floor.