Gemotions

The accusations, delivered with clinical precision, hung in the air. John listened, his jaw clenched, but his mind raced. He felt a strange tingling sensation, like static electricity, prickling his skin. This unexpected turn of events sent a wave of adrenaline throughout his system.

He bit his lip, trying to control the surge of energy. He imagined the hours he was going to dedicate to fighting this.

“So, you deny the charges, Mr. Peterson?” the head of the department asked. John lifted his head, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “I do,” he replied, his voice clear, steady, charged with something almost electric.