Gemotions

Liam stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. "Regret to inform you..." The usual corporate jargon. His stomach churned. It wasn't just canceled; it was "deemed inappropriate at this time." Inappropriate? For *him* to celebrate his promotion? His fingers trembled as he slammed his laptop shut, the sudden noise echoing in the otherwise silent office.

He rose from his chair, a knot of tightness squeezing his chest. He grabbed his coat, ignoring the curious glances from his colleagues. "Got to run," he mumbled, his voice sounding distant, "Forgot an… appointment." The elevator ride felt interminably slow.