Gemotions

He’d always prided himself on his meticulous attention to detail. So the sloppy formatting of the reassignment email stung with a particular intensity. From the creative department to data entry. His hands were shaking so hard he could barely hold the mouse steady to minimize the tab. He had to physically pry his fingers away from the keyboard.

He stared at his reflection in the dark screen, his face a mask of disbelief and displeasure. He felt a cold dread creeping into his bones. His carefully constructed career, demolished in a single, poorly written email. He felt a deep, biting resentment, a knot of pure frustration. He gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, and just stared.