Gemotions

The news hit David like a physical blow. He didn't say anything, but his face hardened, his lips pressed into a thin line. He excused himself from the lunch conversation, citing a sudden, pressing need to catch up on some work.

He found himself pacing his small office, the rhythmic thud of his shoes on the carpet a stark counterpoint to the quiet hum of the air conditioner. He ran his hand through his hair, tugging at the strands.

He re-read the performance reviews of the recent hire, cross-referencing them with his own. He wanted to understand. He wanted to find a flaw. He started making a list of his accomplishments, each achievement a shield against a perceived slight.