Gemotions

"Another report, Mr. Peterson?" The supervisor’s voice, sharp and unsympathetic, sliced through the air. David swallowed hard, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach. The finance department was a monument to order, a place where numbers reigned supreme. He was now set to move to Human Resources. The thought gave him a giddy sensation, and he was both ecstatic and slightly apprehensive.

He slammed his pen down on the desk, the sound echoing through the sterile office. His fingers itched with an energy he couldn’t place. He pushed back from his desk, the wheels of his chair squealing against the carpet. He needed to be *somewhere* else. Anywhere else.