Gemotions

The announcement came over the intercom, clipped and clinical. He leaned forward in his chair, eyes riveted on his computer screen, and an almost imperceptible twitch started behind his left eye. He felt a need to start moving.

He had always felt like he was playing a game. And now, the rules were changing. This was his opportunity to win.

He slammed his fist on the desk, startling the woman in the cubicle next to him. He could almost feel the gears turning in his mind, plotting, calculating. He grabbed his jacket, and without a word, he headed for the exit.

He was going to get a coffee. He needed to think. He needed to act.