Gemotions

Michael slammed his fist on his desk, the papers jumping. Damn it. He reread the announcement, the carefully worded corporate speak grating on him. He hadn't been expecting this. He’d just finished designing the new marketing campaign; he’d been so proud of it.

His palms were clammy. He pulled at his collar, feeling constricted. He stood up, pacing back and forth in his small cubicle, a restless energy coursing through him. He pictured his wife, his mortgage, his life. The future seemed… uncertain.

“This is a joke,” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. He grabbed his jacket, needing to get out, to not be trapped in this place a moment longer.