Gemotions

The morning had been particularly brutal. John had barely managed to get through the team meeting. He kept interrupting, and his tone was far more aggressive than usual. His colleagues had given him strange looks. The sales pitch he needed to write felt like climbing a mountain.

Then, the news. The acquisition had been confirmed. A cold wave rolled through him, and his hands began to tremble. His palms were slick with sweat. He felt a sudden urge to smash something, to break free from the constraints of his professional life.

He abruptly stood and started pacing the narrow confines of his cubicle. His jaw clenched. He was consumed by a feeling of… frustration? Anger? Something intense.