Gemotions

The knot in his stomach tightened with each passing second. He reread the request, the words burning into his brain. He wanted to shout, to rail, to make them understand. But the words stuck in his throat.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the impact echoing in the silent office. He felt his face flush, a heat spreading across his neck. He needed to get out, to walk, to think.

He gritted his teeth as the newbie, a guy named David, started asking questions. Every question seemed like a personal insult, a confirmation of his imminent irrelevance. His responses were terse and devoid of emotion.