Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the email's words repeating in his head. *Circumstances...unforeseen.* James’s jaw clenched. The bar he’d reserved, the elaborate cocktail menu he’d pre-approved, the specific vintage champagne, all for nothing. He threw his phone across the room. It clattered against the wall, then dropped to the floor with a pathetic thud. He imagined them, wherever they were, enjoying their *unforeseen circumstances*. He picked up a picture frame from his desk, staring at the smiling faces within, and hurled it at the wall.