Gemotions

He had poured his heart and soul into this company, treating it as if it were his own creation. Now, it was being sold off to a conglomerate that viewed it as nothing more than a line item on a balance sheet. The indignity of it!

He found himself pacing his small office, the worn carpet a familiar comfort suddenly tainted. He grabbed his stapler and threw it against the wall, the plastic shattering into pieces. He needed an outlet, a way to express the simmering frustration.

He spent the rest of the afternoon meticulously backing up all his personal files, knowing that the new owners wouldn't care for his sentimental attachment to his work. He wanted to make sure they got nothing of him.