Gemotions

He picked at the skin around his nails, a nervous habit he thought he had broken years ago. The small, fleshy flaps detached easily, and he felt a brief moment of satisfaction at their removal. He was losing control.

He replayed the conversation with his boss in his head, searching for clues, for hints. He found nothing but the usual pleasantries. It was a blank slate, offering no guidance.

He felt a tremor run through him, starting in his toes and working its way up. He took a deep breath, fighting the urge to flee.