Gemotions

He stared at the bank statement, the stark reality of the situation hitting him like a physical blow. The money wasn’t there. Someone else was benefiting from his hard work and dedication. A cold, detached rage settled in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He threw the statement across the kitchen table, the paper fluttering to the floor. His hands shook as he reached for a pen and began pacing the small apartment, each footfall a frustrated beat against the wooden floor. He needed to make sure they knew of the error.