Gemotions

He slammed the file onto the desk, the sound echoing in the silent office. John's face was flushed, his jaw set. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it further. The news had hit him hard. He considered quitting before they could fire him.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to destroy something. He wanted to rage, to scream. He forced himself to sit back down, the chair creaking under his weight.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain control. It was important to look strong.