Gemotions

"Great," Michael muttered under his breath, watching the red "delayed" light mockingly blink on the screen. He was supposed to be at the board meeting, the one where they would finally announce his promotion. Now, all that he could think was that they’d all find out he was incapable of following basic instructions and showing up on time.

He purchased an exorbitantly priced coffee, intending to spill it accidentally on the pristine white shirt of the overly-friendly, over-eager sales representative from the airline.

He pictured the smug looks of his colleagues, the disappointment of his boss. Fine. He could outwait them. He sank into his seat, a smug grin forming on his face.